It has been more than a month since I've stretched my metaphorical wings, free from bureaucratic chains, and flown from my proverbial nest in Vancouver, BC. But before I move on to the horizons that greet me daily in my new homeland, I send this post as a thanksgiving to the natural spaces that inspired me during my time in Coast Salish territory.
Homage to Maplewood Flats
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| A Redcedar sprouting from a nursery stump overlooks the salt marshes |
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| The canal at high tide, home to some river otters |
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| The big pond, home to a lone beaver and a cackle of redwing blackbirds |
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| A gift of delicious salmonberries |
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| This relic of the Flats' industrial history, finally reclaimed by the area's original occupants (and some relative newcomers), is a special treat for the more exploratory among human visitors |
Homage to Lynn Canyon
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| Decaying skid road passes by a Redcedar stump, legacies of the area's logging history |
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| The roots of this huge hemlock now fully cover the nursery log that nurtured it |
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| The deep, winding canyon |
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| Lynn Creek coming out of the mouth of the canyon |
Homage to Deer Lake
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| A huge bifurcated Black Cottonwood holds me |
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| Skunk cabbage patch, a great spring moment |
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| Crows coming in to roost, a congregation of all the area's crows seen from miles as they come together for the night |
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| Coot showing awesomely styling feet |
To all these places I send my deepest greetings and thanks.
