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.

big billow...

eyes to the sky, 

watching the clouds fly by.

the tide is low.

a couple of weeks back, the tide was at it's lowest of the season. the sky was blue. a sunday lay before us. pops and i made the trek and walked the sandy expanse.

garden growing.

things are in fill swing here. most of these photographs are from a couple of weeks ago, and now things are bigger.... but we've hit a heat wave. it's hot. the garden is semi-liking it. the beets are drooping at the end of the day. the kale is too. give it a big drink at night and hope for the best.

longer light...

these longer evenings, that deep light... friends on the porch, eating kebabs, chatting, soaking it all right up. spring nights like this- a taste of sweet summer. and oh, it is so damn good. then the rains come back, and we retreat inside to wait it out. 

til we can do it all over again.