morning road.

i took this video some months back... morning drive to the ferry on the coast....

but only now, in the solitude of this place, have i gotten around to editing...

music is a short song by andrew bird.

baby eagle.

almost flying. perching on a limb. the wind a blowing.

delight.

a couple of great women came up to see me.

truly delightful.

we did some cooking.

'zza on the grill.

my new favourite thing to make on a summer evening is bar-be-que pizza! it is the best thing since sliced bread- i would argue even BETTER than toast.

roll your dough out nice and thin, and heat up the BBQ to quite hot. then grease the grill. next gently toss the slab of dough onto the grill... turn down the BBQ so it doesn't char the pizza. grill for about 3-4 minutes, until it has nice grill marks on it when checking underneath. next, oil the top of the dough with a brush, then using 2 flippers FLIP it! then quickly add your toppings to the already grilled side- you want toppings that are light and don't need cooking. here, i used thinly sliced tomatoes and chevre, to good effect. when you see nice grill marks on the bottom take that baby off, and you are ready to cut into squares and mange mange!

i was thinking that some caramelized onions or some other delightful pre-cooked topping would work really well. for the dough, i used the ReBar recipe for focaccia and cut it into 3 pieces.

...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.