Embarrassment of Riches

We got Laurie's photos from the other day's jaunt yesterday. Three whole rolls of film. And they are good ones; too many really good ones; it was almost impossible to narrow them down for posting here.

Tomorrow they go to London Drugs for scanning to the web. Maybe as early as tomorrow night (depending on LD's schedules), they will be ready to post.

In the meantime, I will tell you what happened, and post a few samples from my digital.


We were trying to find the shorter steps down to the Kwomais Point area that the deli owner had told us about. Following her tentative, maybe-laden instructions, we drove as far south as the roads would take us, around the curve onto a residential street that soon ends in a cul-de-sac, watching the seaward side closely for a hint of a trail. Not here, not here, not here, not here...

We backtracked. At the extreme point, the map showed a green space, maybe a park. We checked out both ends, and finally stopped where there seemed to be a gate of some kind.

No-one sits here any more.

It was a park; Kwomais Park, with a sign: Temporarily Closed to the Public. Chained and padlocked. We parked anyhow, and skirted it, toward the cliff face. No way down, unless you didn't mind being scooped up in pieces at the bottom.

As close as we got to the water.

Still, we were out of the car; we walked around the block for a look-see. And Laurie used up the afore-mentioned 3 rolls of film.

The street had a "feel" of stopped time. An aroma of leaf-mold, of damp wood. An end-of-the-year sleepiness. In the distance, we could hear sounds of traffic, but close at hand, just the murmuring of the trees, the rustle of their leaves underfoot.

Shady porch



A hint of yellow leaves


The makings of winter ground protection


Fading hydrangea



Red leaves far overhead


Red apple


Watch your feet!


Deep shade

When Laurie changed film for the third time, we headed back to the deli.* Where we were made much of by the owner, fed, watered, and given more oh-so-vague instructions as to the whereabouts of those steps. We'll try to find them next time.

For now, we were well satisfied.


*Salt Cellar Delicatessen, Ocean Park Mall, 128th St & 16th Ave, Surrey. Drop in sometime, if you're in the area; good food, great service, "interesting" directions.

Finders keepers

It is too hot. Way too hot. Too hot to think, too hot to write, too hot to read.

Too hot for this West-coaster, anyhow. This afternoon, in the shade, after watering the garden, it was still 88 degrees F. That's 30 °C, just about a record for this area. They promise us more of the same tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it.

'nuff grumbling.

Life is still full of pleasant surprises. Like this one:

And it's chocolate chip, too!

Blueberry muffin and Garlic

Playing with my new camera again.

Garlic, responding to our BC spring humidity.

And a muffin at Tim Hortons. Blueberry. Laurie's favourite.


I'm really supposed to be either working or sleeping, so as to get to work early tomorrow. Deadlines, again.

So I guess that's it for tonight.

Tomorrow: nebalia pugettensis, and an experiment with lenses.