Snowy carvings

More of the snowy chainsaw carvings. 4 PM Christmas Eve, snowing hard, wet snow melting on my camera and gloves, dripping over my eyebrows. The old wood is colder; the snow sticks.

Old salt, looking out to sea.

Is this a bear? An angry bear?

Butterfly and caterpillar, and shoreline logs. Quadra Island is just ahead, invisible in the falling snow.

Eagle with captured fish. By the time I got around to see his face, my camera was too wet to function.

No chainsaw used here. Beach shack. It probably even keeps most of the snow out.

The snow held on through Christmas Day. Today, it has mostly turned to wet slush. It's raining. BC weather at its usual tricks.

Between town and shore

To the lonely sea and the sky . . . *

Path to the beach

Escaped from the garden, sharing the dunes with weeds and logs.

Somebody's beach shack, roofless

Motto over the door. Good reminder.

A Skywatch post.

*From Sea Fever, by John Masefield.