late-nite renderings/rambling...

on sunday we went on a hike at the very beautiful pacific spirit regional park. it's march, and everything here is starting to blossom. the trees were magnificent regal giants, and i was reminded of how small I am -- how small we are on this planet, and could not even try to rationalize the great violence and injustice we have done to the environment...

the way the moss blanketed and dripped from the branches and logs was so beautiful - and the scent of spring - everything was perfect, even the dirt was the perfect squishiness under my feet (and i, for once, did NOT wear the wrong shoes). there was so many tiny details i was trying to memorize - the braille-like texture on the bark of tree trunks, decomposing up-rooted plants in shapes of animals, a little ravine lined with golden leaves (reminiscent of andy goldsworthy)... and for a moment i regretted not bringing the camera, but was immediately grateful that i saw everything through my eyes, not through the camera lens. (also noteworthy is that i purposely did not bring the camera, as i was in the presence of a real photographer and kyle, and felt particularly uncomfortable and embarrassed to be fumbling around with the camera... on auto focus... and would still probably be taking blurry pictures...)

the halfway point of our hike broke into view at spanish banks, and i was secretly ecstatic to meet the ocean at low tide. every cell in my body was buzzing with the memories of mackenzie beach in tofino. we stopped for some snacks and coffee, in the company of a dozen crows and a few seagulls.

on our way back home, i decided to go back again soon - armed with sketchbooks (and maybe even a camera), and capture all the things nature gave us to cherish and protect.

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eating: rice crackers
listening: novi cooing and purring
reading: fit pregnancy magazine (don't be silly, it's for work)/the thrive diet (brendan brazier)/the tale of the unknown island (josé saramago)
anticipating: st. patrick's day fun at the wolf and hound