Never fly alone. There’s exceptions to this, of course. There are ALWAYS exceptions.
This is my office. I know I showed a different location in an earlier post, but it changes day to day. I was on Hornby Island this week. Did you know that waves washing up on a gravel beach sound entirely different than those onto a sand beach? More muted, softer, and probably easier to sleep near. A caveat – who wants to sleep on gravel!
This is natures’ concrete. Chunks great and small fall from the bluffs far above and land here on the beach. Must make quite a spectacle and racket.
I have no idea what these are/were. They caught my eye is all. I should be paying attention to where I’m walking. I would NOT like to slip and fall on this stuff.
Now this is odd. That ‘tree’ is stone. Petrified???? I dunno, but I’m going to make something up on this, be passionate about it and go on the lecture circuit. You can book me anytime; my schedule is open at this point.
Another oddity. That boulder is cemented into the background conglomerate. I thought it was splitting, but it isn’t as such. It’s more like something is eating it selectively, or it’s dissolving. I’ll have to tour the lecture circuit on this one next year :>.
We (sorry, I mean “I”) really live in a beautiful area of BC. What you don’t know is, the view in the other direction is quite different. No, I’m not telling. Cheers, and thanks for visiting.