Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew. Julia Caroline Dorr Spring has arrived in the village. #wildflowers

The little beasts with whom we share our home. They have stolen our hearts. I am a believer in what Mary Oliver said: “Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.” #rescuedogs

A small waterfall for waterfall Wednesday. The mossy rainforests of central Vancouver Island are so rich and diverse. #waterfall

I built a place for you to land Can you see it now From where you stand? You may think the fall is just too far When you leap You see who you really are And if you jump now I know you’ll survive You see it’s a beautiful ride Joshua Radin - Falling #light

Dreams of summer: Gabriola island

“Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.” ― Pierce Brown, Golden Son Happy Mothers Day, all!

“I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.” ― Gustave Flaubert, November #wild

Steveston is known for its long fishing history, and seaside beauty, but few speak of the Chupacabras that terrorize outsiders. #impressionism

Spring blossoms on Scotch Pond, a rich part of Steveston’s history. #photography #spring #boat

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. Pablo Neruda

Spring swallowed winter Like bitter swallows sweet I was tired of missing the stars Tripping on my feet Don’t mistake for brokenness The fragile state of opening Of coming out to the night Into day @cardiffcraig - Recovering #spring

More blossoms in the village. Spring is here! #spring

Some years the only snow that falls in the village of mariners is the blossoms of the many cherry trees. #spring

Last evening’s sunset over the marshlands on the village foreshore. Contentment warms me, and I am home.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. William Cullen Bryant The village is so beautiful at this time of year. #blossoms

A Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) fishes in the moat in the village. I love where I live. #contentment

Another view of one of my favourite spots on the planet. Calm seeps into your pores like rain into moss, right here. Nanoose Bay, BC. #naturephotography

This view is a short walk from my home. Feeling blessed.

That earth, doesn’t she just remember me every time, and will she not be my final resting place one day? #Rainforest

Another sunset in the village, my chosen home. I have peace in my heart, and the promise of summer’s warmth. #goldenhour

Fawn lilies along the Englishman River in Parksville. Such a beautiful spring sight. #spring

The only snow that we got in the village this winter. I think this image exemplifies why I love my vintage Super Takumar 50mm f1.4 lens.

And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all are one, and one is all To be a rock and not to roll And she’s buying a stairway to Heaven. Robert plant/Jimmy Page

Days there were when the sun filtered through the birches to the pools left by recent floods. There, we rested, and breathed in the fresh air, filling our lungs with the forest’s gift to us. #forestphotography

Golden hour warmth over a cool winter snow scene. Vintage glass provides a bokeh that most modern lenses cannot touch.

Evening light over Gabriola Island. A piece of paradise right here on earth.

A forest so wet and green that moss will start to grow on wandering dogs if they slow down too much. Vancouver Island, BC. #rainforest

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient.” -Margaret Atwood #water Nakusp, BC

There were days when the sun dappling through the old cedars hypnotized us, and we sat by the creek until hunger drove us home. #Naturephotography

Off trail, and a bit out of my depth, I scrambled up Nanoose Creek to get some moss and water photos last week. #rainforest

Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills Don McLean - Vincent #impressionism

Tanner suddenly realizes we have left the map at home, and starts to question his last few hours of this hike.

“All the roads, all the miles But hair goes grey, eyes stay wide Fall into bed, turn off the light Fall asleep inside” @cardiffcraig - Dirty Old Town A scene I love, and a song that is so perfectly written and recorded, and means so much to me.

With a coastal rain making rivulets on the car windows Two travellers gaze into the distance Both wondering if they have the words to say Thank you for rescuing me

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul. Henry Ward Beecher

Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Over the Strait of Georgia. #aviation

Summer dreams: lake days, lake ways. #lakelife

A seasonal creek bed on Gabriola Island is a haven for mosses and ferns.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul. John Greenleaf Whittier

A gorgeous day, and a new-to-us trail, along the banks of the Englishman River. Warm enough to roll up my shirtsleeves. #spring

A wander back in time to the Mesozoic era. The burble of Craig Creek and the occasional raven the only sounds. #forest

“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.” — Mary Oliver, It Was Early

Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep. John Steinbeck #sea

“I am content; that is a blessing greater than riches; and he to whom that is given need ask no more.” ― Henry Fielding #contentment

A simple view, but it is home. I am blessed to live at the mouth of the Fraser River where it meets the Strait of Georgia. I am content.

Over the strait at cruising altitude, the thrum of the Pratt & Whitney R-985 radial like a heartbeat. #flight

Taken with a Meyer-Optik Görlitz Oreston 50 mm f/1.8, a vintage standard prime lens produced in East Germany from 1965 to 1970, just before Meyer-Optik was absorbed into Pentacon. #vintagelens

Another look at the floor of the temperate rainforest of Vancouver Island. A fallen tree collects enough moss that ferns start to grow on it as well.

A fallen old-growth cedar over Craig Creek in Nanoose is one of the spots that I go to for the healing beauty of the forest. I love to breathe in the air of the woods, and expel any worldly weight accumulated. #forest

Kwotlenemo, lake of dreams. I will be back soon.