Something about fog brings out the quiet in the landscape so much so that sometimes all I want to do is sit and watch the quiet. Photographed while kayaking past one of the innumerable small islets along the west coast of Vancouver Island on a foggy and rainy morning. August, 2015.
High up in the hills the flowers have all flowered and transition fills the air. What a wonderful time.
A golden pronghorn walk through golden grasses where plant and animal are one.
A little Black Bears wanders down from the hills and has their eyes set on the abundant bushes of quickly ripening choke cherries.
Happy Friday and have a wonderful weekend.
Smoke form wildfires, most burning over a thousand miles away, allowed us to look directly into the sun well before evening came our way. A not so subtle reminder the ecosystem we inhabit is indeed connected. All living things inhabiting the only planet we have.