So it rained. I carried an umbrella down the White Rock beach without ever opening it; the rain slowed down to a mere sprinkle, and as long as I kept the camera inside my jacket it stayed dry, which is what matters. And we were rewarded by a dry spell as we walked back along the railroad track. We dawdled, then, taking photos of the flowering shrubs on the hillside.
|The invasive Himalayan blackberry; beautiful, delicious, but such a pest!|
|Blackberry flower with bee mimic.|
|The humble native trailing blackberry, in a bed of grasses.|
|Nootka rose. Another native, almost tough enough to compete with the blackberry. Almost.|
And now we're back to rain, rain, rain.