It seemed that with Ron so immersed in his old city haunts, he would likely be missing his glimpses of our west coast nirvana setting in the Eagle's Aerie and the water that splashes ashore, just down the block. I hope that these shots provide him with reflections of the sharpened smell of the sea, the breezes coming down from Metchosin, the call of gulls and crows and the cool fingers of dawn fog licking him as he heads out in the dawn, up the hill to the base.
Thinking of my guy...working harder than he ever has...
Dusk in October |
Saxe Pt after supper |
Kelp forest canopy |
unwelcome uncycled ugliness |
Helijet flyby |
Just a reminder... sunsets are so serene here... |
Caught the swirl |
Ron's got four women. His office wife, me and these two, his best girls. |
Feel like taking me for a ride, Big Guy? |
Towards the base... stomping grounds, Esq. |
Historical buildings everywhere. Just ask Ron. |
Another ho hum sunset... |
And another angle from the new little park across the street... |
Can you see Ciao? Bella? |
Tufts at dusk |
Seagull Silhoette |
And then the dazzle broke out... |
Found these on the way home. Any ideas of what they are? |
Windows shoot fire |
you live in a BEAUTIFUL world.
ReplyDeletereminds me of home :)
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see it live in May. Maybe I'll want to stay :)
ReplyDeleteI love your photos Tina... stunning as usual
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