We rounded the corner on the highway, and crested the hill above Horseshoe Bay on Saturday around 7:30 pm and were faced with this dramatic scene.
Unfortunately, this humble iphone photo doesn’t do the scene justice, and we weren’t able to photograph it until we’d got down into the ferry line up and out to the village – so we lost out on the high vantage point. By that time some of the weird green light behind the mountains, and the edges of pink on the peaks was gone – so I’ll just have to remember that instead.
This cloud blew toward the village and dumped a quick sheet of rain, and by the time we boarded the ferry 30 minutes later, the sky was clear, and the moon and stars were shining.
I answered a few art-related questions as part of Rachael Ashe’s ongoing interview series with artists. My interview is here.
Find all the interviews posted so far, filed on her blog. And she’s got more coming.
Our tree, with our DIY decorations.
From my trip to Mexico City earlier this year – it’s a naked dog. Wearing pants!
Xoloitzcuintli in Condessa, D.F | Holga, Kodak Portra 400
This pretty much sums up the summer here so far:
…to vote. Canada is 100% worth it.
Every summer, our house is on a major evening flight path for the year’s new batch of crows as they head to their evening roost. There are all manner of missing feather configurations in the crowd, but this has got to be the least, and most weirdly feathered example I’ve seen on an aloft bird. Resembling more a bat than a crow, it flies over our back deck every night and keeps up pretty well with the rest of the bunch. I may even have been a bit generous, featherwise, in my rendition above.
She loved climbing on rocks at the beach…
…and wading in mud at the lake.