Wishing Everyone A Very Merry Christmas 2015

Quiet For Almost That Winters Beach 2015

From where we peer into this space,
That which the eddying tide slips and vacates,
Now, quick as the arctic elements are kept at bay,
The frost will move in similar ways,
Growing to entrance all that it's clutch would seize,
We see this sea from seeing more for we,
Like everything that day at the sea escapes too be,
An intensive journey the same,
But back to it's original resting place,
When mentioned this seascape which rests and filled a space,
For now, from the only shore so sure to know,
Could be a lovely entrance into Coles Bay,
Of peace for all and always more too adore.

On the Fronts 2015.

A scene of placidity,
Yet systems moving gently soon too collide,
From the peace towards our forsaken watch,
It is from afar which we stand,
Before this new break in the frigid air of dawn,
So divine to observe the sheen unto an awakening sky,
All that is captured in painted splendour is wise,
Now, from the cool winds that lift the anxious songbirds,
Those visible air masses form and float and move us,
Enough of the arctic tricksters play,
But admonished by the Pacific warm airs,
Too go and stay away,
Still moist and waiting to precipitate,
As we all know and anticipate.

Opening to the Sky 2015

From where the earth looks up and sighs,
Autumns canopy from the fallen hush of silence,
Brings in and lets down,
The subtle light to dream all below away,
Winged adventurers manoeuver,
Down, down, into our world to reach back high,
The winter songbirds shift about away from our reach,
Yet thrilling us to follow them to their hidden places,
While more cascading leaves glissade,
Like a ballet dancer on this earthly stage,
And stained with the faded orange-reds of winters brown haste,
At Goldstream Park seems to tear,
But it is the deluge of rain that appears,
Too remind us all that what is near.

The Falling Lights of Cypress Bowl 2015

The falling lights shade so bright,
As the labyrinth of colours set the mood just right,
It feels like an autumn life but so still,
With all those leaves in mosaic shades that fill,
This forest is cool now in our wake,
Too move about so free as like the flow of that distant lake,
Oh, for those sweet wild birds of song,
They'll fly and visit this forest and for not too long,
For our summer was strong and captured our thoughts,
It's solstice still leaves,
Many hues of greens amongst the trees,
So this autumnal equinox of pale golden casts,
Could set the scene for this gentle October breeze to last.

Labour Day in Creston, B.C. 2015

On this Labour Day weekend we visited our friends in Creston, B.C.  The drive was quite long but enjoyable and the weather was much cooler.  We noticed many of the trees are in their fall colours now, more than likely due too the lack of rain this summer.  Our friends have a small farm with an apple orchard, that their great-grandparents lovingly planted back in 1902.  We painted them during our stay; since they made a wonderful subject and the colours of them captured the sunlight.  Later, we ate them and they were delicious, our friends have been making apple pies with them, from an old recipe handed down.  They preserve quite well and they'll have them throughout the winter, preserving them in jars for the winter.  We helped them harvest these apples too and left with a gift of apples which we're enjoying.

The Wild Strawberries of our North 2015.

We got back a few days ago from a one week trip to Prince Rupert visiting some friends of ours.  Their house has a nice scenic view of the harbor.  We went many times to Diana Lake Provincial Park which isn't too long a drive from where they live.  We had our lunch near the lake and later hiked along the trails.  We painted and found lots of edible wild strawberries.  The weather up north is warm but more comfortable due to that lovely breeze coming in from the waters of the sound.

The Wild Roses of a Romantic Land 2015

Just got back home from a lovely day at the beach.  We've had no precipitation on the West Coast for almost three months and the drought like conditions are quite unusual for this region.  Finally, last Friday the rainshowers arrived and what a lovely blessing.  Early this morning it began again and we all still left to the river-marshlands.  A break came almost around noon time and we resumed our paintings but without the portable covers.  As we were about to leave late in the day, another deluge poured and left this area so shiny and new in appearance.  This Nootka rosebush always sits so pretty with the river closely supplying it with a wonderful drink.

Canada Day Island Retreat 2015

We left so early this morning and the ferry ride was so beautiful along those Gulf Islands.  We're staying at a very nice hotel in Victoria and quickly drove up the Malahat towards Parksville.  Lots of our friends live there; so we arrived in the late morning at Rathtrevor Beach which was enjoyable.  We ate our lunch alfresco in the open air and painted the same way with that gorgeous view of the sea.  The weathers warm today and a little on the humid side.  Our large beach umbrellas shaded us from the hot afternoon sun and thankfully the sea breeze wasn't to strong.  Our umbrellas just moved like the boughs on the large spruce and cedar trees growing in the forest behind us.  Tomorrow we'll be on the early morning sailing back to the mainland to finish off the work week.  I hope you're all enjoying this Canada Day too!

The Night Eagles of Pemberton 2015

A maze of probability and adventure,
 In those cool and darkening skies ,
The bald eagles are mere shadows now in flight,
Upon the air of time that passes us by,
They've called down to us as we feel,
But float higher up on that silent breeze,
For their aerial dance plays above the trees,
Large silhouettes soar so high,
Yet the skies seem to leave the late blues so black,
As once the colours of our canvas can still be seen in our eyes,
Moving shapes which are alive with spirit,
The eagles call out again as they live and breathe this night,
And search the skies at dusk before they sleep in peace.

The Elegance of the Wild Forest 2015

For the land seemed alive at Beacon Hill Park,
On this holiday of adventure,
Cloudless skies over to Victoria today in May,
We walked along while the songbirds sang,
And the gold finches praised,
As the robins filled their nests with small sky blue worlds,
The elegance of the wild forest,
Would lie the bleeding hearts,
It was those wild flowers today that gleamed,
All beautiful in rose coloured pinks,
In their own secret forest still untouched that amazed,
As we walked away and travelled across Dallas Road,
To the cliffs which saw us back to those cultivated beds of flowers,
We would walk along like those panicles of elegance and form,
Back in that secret woodland forest still wild and forgotten.

Cherry-Blossoms Seduce the World with Beauty 2015

For their pale pink showers,
Thousands upon thousands of dancing stories,
Moving down towards the glistening morning light,
For dawn with the cool dew drips,
Only those subtle petals dazzle just right,
Springs fancies with many bird choir songs,
With riotous blooms for laughter showered with praise,      
And beds of colour lay the flowers so lovely in pale pinks,
Cherry-blossoms may tantalize the breeze too tease,
To shower down and light up our world,
In a cascade of petty silken touches,
So soft like your lips upon mine,
A delightful move down,
For the people which play around.

All that is Good has Won over the evil 2015

Which for the symbol of strength,
This Oak tree has so rightfully lived,
To see another spring that begun,
Displaying and adorned with the rewards of springs victories,
I Love that all that is Good has Won over the evil,
They which come in many disguises,
But never trick the generous gentle light,
For right has defeated wrong and it will continue to do so,
Enjoy the victory as all is well and made this beautiful land more stronger,
Knowledge gives you the power to see through those bad winters,
The truth defeated those liars for their words are the words of the insane,
Plots of devilry and wickedness plays out in their meaningless and cruel lives,
For the truth has always made the disbelievers leave,
And reveal one so Good too be revered!
For now those evil-liars are shamed and humiliated,
They will all be sent back to the winters abyss,
For there they have all been punished,
We have seen those devils which hide in those dangerous woods,
They wait to attack all the beauty of spring,
The love which has filled the year has finally come and won in our springs hearts.

Wild Crocuses of Aldergrove Lake Park 2015.

For which your colours have never been shy,
But persistently beautiful that make us sigh,
Familiar to this month in lavenders so true,
And delicate shocks of pale saffron that reach,
When it feels not cold enough to still be winter,
By the light from the lengthening days that seem to linger,
So timid is the warmth that we feel has yet to be spring,
Already these lands are full of the wilding things,
When we reach down to touch those soft dream petals,
Once more we feel in paint and thought deep in the meadows,
Then cool as the air that flows across that silent lake,
For soon spring and the glances of love that wake,
And now for the gentle breeze that caress the wild crocuses which wait.

Snowdrops of Elk Falls 2015

Right beneath our stance,
Lay the pretty snowdrops to glance,
They'll grow so small like a new born fawn,
So precious like many a lilies found at dawn,
Iconic is the snowdrops as the flowers to be,
That traditionally herald in the end of winter,
For you and me,
We walked along the wild woods at Elk Falls,
Where masses of snowdrops grew among the fallen trees,
And more between the carpets of green ivy which laid in peace,
Delicate is the white flowers shining so brightly,
As spring feels like the warm touch that invites the leaves.

Winters Route To Elk Lakes Reach 2015

Snows be gone during this sunshine,
For soon they return to blanket this land,
Complete are those pretty woodland birch trees,
With paper-colored bark gleaming before our eyes ,
It is the ivy strewn all about dark green that defies,
In a region which summons us along our collective journey,
Clark's nutcracker and the wrens brave this arctic chill,
For Elk Lakes Park this season claims our hearts and thrills,
Natures so splendid here on our journey back towards the pass,
It will be the view we need from this lower elevation,
For every step gets us closer to what we searched for,
But crisp as the sudden snows that fall now,
Have quickened our pace to dash along these hours of winters switch,
And leaves the sun to fade us into a dream,
We send the falling trails behind us high in that alpine reach.

Happy New Year 2015 Everyone!