Monday, January 17, 2011

White wings, white sail

White Rock, July 2010.

Because sometimes, like on a rainy night between two drizzly days in the middle of the dark winter, I need to be reminded.


  1. Well, I made it across the border on Saturday but not to White Rock as planned. I got an emergency call to pick my husband up at Vancouver Airport. But it sure felt good to be on home soil after such a long break. Tomorrow I go home to Powell River for a short break. That sure will be nice! - Margy

  2. Welcome back, Margy. I hope you get some nice weather for your break.


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