Boundaries are a limit, either self-imposed or natural, of our existence. We live comfortably within its borders, living out each predictable day. But the edges of these boundaries are where we make the best discoveries.
This past weekend, D ran the half marathon in Victoria. We last visited the big island before we were married (in fact, we got engaged there) so it was a treat to return.
Less than a 30 minute drive out of Victoria is Goldstream provincial park. We anticipated the return of the salmon (this park boasts sizeable chum runs) which is reported to begin mid-October. Alas, we were early for it, and didn't see any. That didn't stop me from taking photos.
Lots of Zygiella spiders
One of these things is not like the other (hint--only one of the above can sting. The other two are harmless hoverflies)
It was probably this boat that cast a reddish glow on the first of the night shots above, as there are no other residences on that side of the inlet
The following morning, we headed down to Botanical Beach to catch the second half of the low tide as it was ascending.
Great blue (heron, and ocean)
What are you...chicken?
The black balls getting tossed about...
Shorebirds flocking in the distance
Sponge encrusting kelp
mossy chiton. Larger than limpets, and more accessible than abalone, they were a food source for the coastal native peoples
One animal was noticeably absent--the urchin. I hypothesized the diminishing daylight lead to the subsequent departure of adequate beds of algae on which the urchins live. Nonetheless, in a season where the beach is furthest from people's minds, the edge of the season provides much opportunity for those at the edge of our continent.