It wouldn’t be a tour guide without a photo of the pier at White Rock.
One of many weathered logs scattered on shore at Crescent Beach. Judging by the bored hole, it could have been part of an timber raft or a dock before a storm sent it here. Concentrates one’s view of the rocky beach.
For some reason, person or persons unknown used a beached tree root for a collage of numbers which may have a significant meaning, although not to me. But Pedro does have my vote!!
Despite the residential area only a few hundred metres away, solitude can be found on a lonely spit and with a bright jacket, you can stand out in a crowd even when no one is around.
Sometimes it’s more interesting to see what is left behind after the H2O has gone.
When I took this photo I was interested in Burrard Inlet with Crown Mountain looming in the distance and gave little interest to the ships moored in the outer harbour. Only later did I realize I had lost half of this freighter as it sailed away west to the Pacific and ports unknown.
Not often you get to see giraffes when you’re out for a seaside stroll. This is one of a pair staring out to sea across the mud flats. Obviously someone has too much time on their hands or is in the first stages of an art career or simply is trying to get rid of the last can of living room paint. Hard to pass by without grabbing a photo.
Everywhere I go there seem to be more and more seagulls despite reports of precipitous seabird population declines. Around White Rock these days, there are colonies of clamorous gulls up before the dawn and they are stilling vociferously screeching even after dark. Pretty sure this bunch at Tofino were members of the complaint committee.
Lost in the moment
gazing out to sea
rhythms of the tide
carry far away voices.
Instead of just a flag for Canada Day, I thought I’d attach a vessel to it. A photo I took of the CCGS Cape Kuper heading north towards Tofino in early June.