...on a hot afternoon.

it's hot. it's july. i need some shade... i find myself sitting in the darkened hallway peering through albums of photographs.

family relics.

these ones i found to be especially intriguing. it's hard for me to describe what i love about photographs, but i think that these speak for themselves. i took my own photographs of them, with hopes that when they are in the open for us to see, we can think and remember and imagine and believe. it's also a clear reminder that this place i am in holds history. the ancestors are all around me. this bay is our house of spirits.

hot days.

the moon is orange and hanging low in the sky, about to dip below the horizon. hot days. smokin' days. splashing in ocean, so warm, i was barely refreshed. like a tide pool. dove down deep to feel the cold water on my hot face. paints are out. music is on. breeze rustling in the trees, salt sea air coming in through the window.

days off. day three of five. getting settled into this summer routine. 12 hour days, then 12 hour nights, then a reprieve. much needed. feels good. valuable learning. feeling fortunate to have these opportunities... time to slide into bed, with new fan to keep me cool.

buh-bye city, hello coastal.

jazz fest come and gone... folk fest is this weekend. i have left the city. in the quiet of the point, on the coast, in the trees. swimming in the ocean. tide in and out. close encounter with an otter. salmon freshly caught by neighbours in the bay... potatoes from marcie's garden, chard, raspberries.... long evenings. quiet nights.

summer sights.

a few photographs from the past month...

golden grass on the point.

long shadows on a wander one early july.

the sky opened.

pup in yard.