Other than a childhood dream of being a lighthouse keeper, I've never had much of a chance to explore maritime life. Now I find myself falling in love with the rugged, timeless rocks, driftwood and even boat moorings.
Keiko and I have been blissing out in the late summer sun.
The beaches on Lasqueti are endlessly fascinating. The rock formations are very organic, resembling the work of Henry Moore on acid. They offer lots of opportunities for play.
Pebbles are embedded in sand, which over the years becomes stone. Waves and tides create erosion, and eventually loosen and release the pebbles.
The colours of a tidal pool are echoed in the garden.
This little tree frog paid a visit.
This giant, gnarled old maple shares the same water we drink. Our well is at it's foot.
Two sunsets. Every evening a spectacular canvas unfolds. (Completely un-Photoshopped!)