Sounds of fireworks

A minute of audio from the Causeway tonight during the fireworks at our annual Halloween celebration.  Hundreds of people, a crystal clear night with a sliver of a moon in the southern sky.  Beautiful.

Sounds from Monday evening by Salishsea

First snow on the mountains.

Right about on time.

Quiet at the Cape. Just a solitary loon on an ocean of glass

Bowen island has a new way to get around. Lift stops

New signs around the island let you know the best places to snag a ride.

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The view from the office away from home

Up at Artisan eats doing some writing today.

Passing the Genoa Bridge on the way home by water taxi.

Dissolved in time

The Earth
N. Scott Momaday


Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon
the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up
to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from
as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon
it.

He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at
every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon
it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest
motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and
all the colors of the dawn and dusk.

For we are held by more than the force of gravity to the earth.
It is the entity from which we are sprung, and that into which
we are dissolved in time. The blood of the whole human race
is invested in it. We are moored there, rooted as surely, as
deeply as are the ancient redwoods and bristlecones.

I was just over at the gallery this afternoon having a peek at Tiffanee Scorer's show "Dissolved in Time.". Its last day is tomorrow, so you ought to get over there if you can.

Tiffanee's work is really stunning. The show is a collection of landscapes, all of which are imaginary, all of which are characterized by big sky, still clouds and serene meadows. There is a stillness to the work that is haunting. These landscapes are both real and not real. They are places that exist within us, in the memories and desires we hold about place, in the longing we feel to be cradled in the arms of earth. They emerge from Tiffannee's own experience as a human being living on this earth; they are in fact the earth itself coming through the artist. And for me, an observer, they are an invitation to find connection with the planet that gives us life, from which we are sprung, and to which we will return, dissolved in time.

As you walk through this show you will come at the end to a beautifully illustrated version of the above poem, and upon reading it I was struck by how well Tiff had caught the sentiment in the work. Her paintings are still life invitations to remember who we are and where we come from and they are also invitations to remember what comes from us, and to remember how deeply rooted we are to the earth and how deeply rooted it is within us.

Thankful for this place

A quiet afternoon at Cape Roger Curtis. The only human sounds are the occasional boats going by and the rumble if the heavy aircraft departing for the afternoon Asia bound flights.

Back home

Fall is here. Soup at The Snug.