In Boundary Pass, 300 yards offshore from our prow on South Pender, there is a pleasure craft that appears to be adrift. Its engine is off, its bow is pointed west, but it drifts slowly east. Backwards. Have the occupants inside fallen asleep?
Does anyone care?
It’s mid-afternoon. It’s warm, the air is still.… Continue reading
It was strange to find myself on the beach this past Sunday amid news of an assassination attempt on the ex-president south of the border. I was about to go for a swim in the frigid waters of Boundary Pass, looking across to Stuart Island and the U.S.… Continue reading
Gazing out on the Salish Sea, across Boundary Pass at the moon rising over the San Juans, I am humbled by the stillness and intense beauty. It’s prime summer, just now, and the scene is emblematic of this time and place, South Pender Island.
We are in the dog days of summer, those sultry, humid days of bees, dragonflies, and swooping swallows.… Continue reading
Early August is the beginning of summer mellowness. Time slows, the swallows swoop, the summer lawns hiss and whisper. The full-fledged season now stretches before us. It lasts only a few weeks, but in the end, it will seem like months.
Upbeat July fades away like an old postcard; the preparation and rush to the beaches and road-trip holidays, lawn furniture and picnic hampers loaded in the trunk.… Continue reading
If it weren’t for the extreme fire hazard warning, I’d wax poetic about the summer right now. The green apples on the branches, the delicate butterflies flitting over the lavender, the breeze rustling the leaves of the birch and poplars.… Continue reading