She and I both love these rocks. I am ashamed to know so little of the geology. Is it sandstone? A beautiful face emerges as I look down over a furrowed brow at the left, large flat nose towards the middle, and mouth disappearing into a chin that rests on the water.
With lots of rain lately, there were many tiny waterfalls like this one.
Back in Raven's home after our walk, it occurred to me that one of the reasons Black Jack and I get along so well is that we share the viewpoint that nature beats television any day. We were both highly entertained staring out the dining room window. Mrs. Downey Woodpecker kept me laughing as she disappeared into the food supply, surfacing only once in a while for air or perhaps for a look around.
I also loved the chance to really appreciate the red under this Flicker's tail feathers. One of my photography goals is to get a quality in-flight shot from directly under a Flicker.
We discovered it during our beach walk and I thought it had its own kind of beauty.
I had taken the picture of the skull on the railing of the house, all the while feeling the forest brush the edge of the step. So much life at one's fingertips, and yet, the greatest part of it hidden. I could see how fairy tales and fantasies are so often set in the woods and imagined a host of creatures, real and fabricated, living amongst the tangle of trees and undergrowth.
Bill, Black Jack and I set out for a visit to Ruckle Provincial Park on the last day of our visit.
This was only my second visit to Ruckle Park. Bill had made a special effort to take me there because he knew I had really enjoyed the visit a few months earlier. The weather wasn't the best, and he had lots of other things on his mind, but that is Bill's way. He aims to please if at all possible. Here, he sips a coffee while I take pictures of..
and one of the many turkeys wandering peacefully about the huge property. As it says in the link above, "These turkeys are free range at its finest."
So often, we visit places, see signs like the one below, and either walk right by, or scan them quickly. I am learning now to take pictures, because I often go back to read the signs later. This one is fascinating. Although I know you probably can't read the information from the photograph, the top painting was completed in 1900 by Henry Ruckle's daughter, Agnes. She wanted to capture the wharf her father had built before steamer service, when Salt Spring residents had to row across to Vancouver Island whenever they needed supplies. The government bought and rebuilt that wharf in 1910. In 1925, it was rebuilt again, and that is the one shown in the second painting by Henry Ruckle's great-grandaughter, Gwen. Although I'm sure the Ruckles lived incredibly busy lives, they still found time to develop their artistic talent. Those paintings are still in the family today. The wharf was finally dismantled in 1960 when the ferry landing was moved to Fulford Harbour.
Bill and Black Jack are at the top of those lovely stone steps. I imagined, as I followed them, the painstaking labour that must have gone into building them.
One of the aspects of the park that I really appreciate is the variety of terrain.
Perhaps the next time we go, it will be warm enough to sit for a while on this lovely bench.
We only met a couple of people during our walk.This little boy spent a few minutes communing with Black Jack.
Bill smiled at this "fence" that seemed dropped from space into nowhere.
And, it was Bill who first spotted..
a Harlequin Duck couple.
They spent the majority of their time skimming the water for food.
I had to time it just right to catch them with their heads up. I lightened the photograph below in an effort to see this fellow's eyes, but they are so dark, they blend right into his markings.
Beautiful birds, and I do think I see a tiny glint in the eye here.
I couldn't decide if this growth along the bark of a tree was hauntingly beautiful or creepily grotesque. It made me think of two deformed hands reaching towards each other. Sorry :)
I took two truck shots as we left the park, one of the sheep on the rolling hills..
and one of these deer, almost perfectly camouflaged at the side of the road.
Below, one more aqua-green shot taken at the ferry landing as we waited for the boat back to Vancouver. I do love preparing these blog posts. It always feels as though I have enjoyed a good time twice. Thank you, Bill, and thank you, readers, for stopping by. To check out fascinating moments in the lives of people all across the world, I hope you will also find time to stop by the Our World Tuesday blog meme.