Growing up in 1960s West Vancouver, backyard swimming pools were plentiful. My own family had a lush garden instead of a pool. Still, I remember at least six pools in our immediate vicinity.… 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
Artifacts By Helena Minton Shuyak Island, Alaska Wind blows from the mainland across the Straits over nettle-covered middens where I’ve dug for Aleut arrowheads, unearthing fish bones, clam shells, human teeth. Tribes slept near these hills and in daylight told of omens dreamed as elk of schools of spawning salmon. Trout broach, eagles circle overhead yet never enter my sleep.… Continue reading
The south-easterlies blew overnight across Boundary Pass from the San Juans. The power went out before midnight, and we huddled in a dark bedroom that wasn’t much in the way of trees outside that might fall on us.
The wind howled through the night and most of the next day.… Continue reading
The sky on Monday evening was hazy, smudged, colourless. There were no clouds and no promise of a “sailor’s delight.” You could barely see Stuart and Waldron Islands through the murk.
I stood knee-deep in the water on our little beach at the foot of the cliff. The tide was unusually high. Despite several days of scorching temperatures, the water was as icy as ever.… Continue reading