Heron

There is something soothing about watching (OK, spying on) a heron doing his/her thing. To know that the bird doesn’t share your concerns and worries, but is intently focussed on the task at hand, providing food, grooming, flying, whatever….it is humbling and at the same time empowering.

Despite our geo political conflicts, our environmental crises etc. the heron keeps its watch on the world.

The aftermath.

So. As you might have guessed, the WCT didn’t go exactly as planned. We did manage to hike from Pachena Bay to Michegan, Michigan to Tsusiat Falls, and Tsusiat Falls to Cribs Creek, which was both Crab Day and the Long Day.

We had fun doing what we did; we covered 42km of the 75 kilometre trail; we saw some incredibly cool stuff, including what was probably the ass-end of a cougar. We also got on fine — better than fine. The long day was hard for me, physically and emotionally (because I pushed myself further than I ever had), and Steve was still my biggest fan. He was amazingly supportive.

Here is the link to the full Trip Report we did for Clubtread.com, complete with photos:

Link (created by my Steve ’cause he’s so smart)

I have to repeat here that after the accident, Steve was a rock. He did everything right, even though the situation was incredibly stressful and painful for him too. I can’t imagine what it took for him to say “no” to me while I was begging to go back in the creek (and get hypothermia and even sicker). He came off the trail with me, held my hand in the ambulance, and, though exhausted himself, was nothing but kind and loving.

I’m laid up now, for at least a few more weeks (even after spending the five post-accident days on my future in-laws couch watching cable). But we’re already planning another trip to the WCT — perhaps next year, or early the following year.

For me, this WCT photo sums it up. Even though this is Cheewat Beach, and I’ve just hiked 13-14km and my third wind is amost entirely an illusion… I still wanted to give Steve an ‘awwww’ moment by practicing my ‘new name’ in the sand…

On the up side, being immobile is giving me lots of opportunity to think wedding stuff! (Steve would say too much, I think 🙂 I’ve been thinking vows, colours, Trish (who apparently does do food management at the RCCH), beer etc. I had apparently been reading the Knot’s budget thing wrong so we will actually be fine for money. I had a nice chat with my parents about stuff too — my Mum is a consummate table-decorator, so she’s going to lead up the decorating for the hall.

I may even get a pedicure before the wedding… pretty up my ugly foot!

Here’s another one of us at the dock at Nitnat: Crab Day!

Changing Vision


My art tends to focus on the Landscape, nature in the raw so to speak. While this is creatively stimulating I am trying to branch out, to adapt more of the works of Humanity to my images. It is quite a radical shift, but I find digital photography is speeding the process somewhat. My vision is always a work in progress, growing and adapting to my enviroenment and moods.

Before I would have to spend countless hours sketching and comparing, now I can take a few shots and view the effects on screen. If an idea works I can incorporate it into a watercolor. Technology can work to artistic advantage. (a hard thing for a pseudo-luddite like me)

The West Coast Trail, My view


If you have been following this blog for a while you may be aware that there have been lots of pictures of the West Coast trail on my blog over the last year or so. The trail is a unique and challenging adventure through some incredible scenery.

I won’t go over the specifics of the hike or our experiences on it, those can be found here. (2005) and here (2006)

I would like to talk about my motivation for doing trails such as this. Putting the love I have for wild nature into words is incredibly difficult. Exploring the wilderness and experiencingthe varied spendour of nature fuels my creativity and spirit. My photographs and paintings attempt to capture at least a small measure of the uniqueness of the world.

Back to the WCT. For two years in a row I have strapped on my backpack and attempted this formidable trek. Why? Because Lorien asked me!!! (and because I love it) The sea and coastline have so many different moods that doing a trail at exactly the same time still yields a radically different experience.


Well, we’re back from the West Coast Trail, and despite the fact that the trip was cut short due to a tragic pasta related injury we still had a great time. THis pic is quintissential WCT. Waves, rocks, mist and ancient forest on the way to the Klanawa river.