Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Back to the Cats...


Another cat portrait...same cat, different medium. This time - watercolour.
Considering that I have only met this cat for about five seconds before it fled at lighting speed to hide under a piece of furniture, its surprising that I spent hours and hours to capture it on paper.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Cowichan Bay Transients

Fat, noisy, smelly - they are back, cluttering the floating breakwater in Cowichan Bay Fisherman's Wharf.


Sea Lions, on their way back to California, for a little stop to catch a few salmon before those disappear up-river somewhere to spawn. Maybe to catch a couple of crabs...who knows. But they must be getting plenty, judging by their obviously well nourished appearance.



Asleep...bit crowded on this finger.



Having a barking conversation with a couple of huge truck tires.



Resting on an upturned dinghy beside a cooler.



No people on the floating outside breakwater, no one would want to get to close to these monsters. Note the dusting of snow on one of the far away mountain tops...



Ah, a little friendly chat between the newly awakened party goers.

But overall, sleep seems to be the order of the day. These fellows are almost as big as the fishing runabout at left..

Friday, November 25, 2011

Granville Island Pilgrimage

Ah, Island living!!
I started my annual pilgrimage to THE MAINLAND on a pretty good note: the ferries run on time, the sea was calm.
Going to see my mainland friends is a rare and enjoyable pleasure.
One strolls along the sea shore in Crescent beach, one 'hits the town' for a little window shopping.
Granville Island, the Vancouver market and general eclectic hang out, showed itself true to form and reputation.


Welcome to Granville Island market, a treasure trove for buying essentials for house, home and whatever else comes to mind.


Not quite an island, but nevertheless fringed by water almost all around, a few bridges span False Creek and connect to Condo Heaven on the far side. Boats, harbour ferries, docks lend a maritime flavour, three scoops at a time.


US Thanksgiving Black Friday - the heaviest deal-shopping day of the year - inspires the local merchants sufficiently to put on their very own Black Friday - Canadian version. Specials, to keep shoppers and their Christmas dollars on this side of the border.



Shop 'til the cows come home. Picasso would have found inspiration here in art bound British Columbia.



Shopper with a mission.


A good load of organically grown asparagus.


Traditional hand carved totem pole is displayed beside an ultra modern metal sculpture.


Musicians have moved inside the market buildings.


Appreciative audience



Not so appreciative audience.....


Enthralled audience



Exotic audience...


450 Grams of lovely jet setting raspberries from far away California can be yours at only 8.99! Wow, what a deal!


These BC grown carrots go for a little less, not much less, but less nevertheless.

Flower Power....


Craftsmen ply their various trades, here a harp and violin maker. There are silver smiths, wooden boat builders, black-smiths, potters, painters and Granville Island beer brewers.

Native Art in gift shops...

Life sized Native Art in galleries....

Monumental Native Art in display windows...

Canine pottery art..


Colonel Sanders Kentucky Drive Chicken Art...

And Bouillabaisse Art....


Primed with all this art, I was prepared to attempt to return to Vancouver Island with great eagerness.

Storm force winds, rain travelling horizontally, ocean waves crashing across the ferry causeway. I arrived half an hour before the last not yet cancelled ferry was scheduled to depart. Well, 15 minutes later, that departure was cancelled, too - no ship leaving until early afternoon...or late afternoon...or early evening...maybe...

After four hours in the ferry line up, surrounded by waiting cars on all sides, and no sign that the wind would drop, it was time to call it quits. Another hour, and ferry personnel helped me extract my car from 'the parking lot', and I drove through sea spray and buffeting winds back across the causeway and towards another night at hospitable friends, only to get stuck in rush hour traffic for another couple of hours. What a way to spend a day....

Monday, November 21, 2011

Pet Gallery


Colder weather shrivels up the last bits of deer edible greenery, now the local ungulent polulation is into the deer proof stuff in earnest. This girl is munching at heather sprigs (definitely deer-proof), whilst boyfriend takes his ease in the back garden chewing the cud.


The neighbour's cat - again. The little wild feline is certainly providing an impetus to awake long dormant drawing urges...

Saturday, November 19, 2011

19 November 2011 - Municipal Voting Day

Cowichan Valley goes to the polls today - maybe. The most talked about issue is the creation of an ECO-DUMP, in other words a re-cycling station, smack in the middle of a rural area with a lot of cows, chickens, hay fields and a number of small farmish houses. A narrow windy country road leads to the site. Not much room for dump trucks to pass each other to and fro the Eco-Dump. Someone else's back yard and that is where most of residents want to keep it, even the ones which are 'pro-dump', who mostly live in areas somewhat removed from the disputed site.


However, a first look out of the window this morning does not bode well for voter turn out, historically the worst for municipal elections, in all of our glorious Canada, even in the best of weathers. We may 'stand in guard for thee', but jumping onto the voting band waggon is another story.


A test step on my driveway proves the point, black ice underneath a thin layer of snow, which highlights the last red maple leafs still clinging to the branches of a tree down the road.



My apple tree still hangs on to the last crinkly leafs as well.



And overnight, a large ocean freighter has dropped anchor below my windows.



Yes, I mean below my window....




Pompano is the ship's name. It appears as if he is hoisting his anchor, but closer inspection through binoculars reveals the white anchor chain of his port anchor. So he is NOT drifting around in the currents.


Well, lets hopethe black ice melts before long, and I will go and perform my civic duty...

Thursday, November 17, 2011

First snow on Saltspring Island

Quite a pretty sight first thing in the morning, whilst sipping a cup of coffee and contemplating Life, the Universe and Everything.
However, it means that temperatures have dropped to snowflake levels, or slush, or black ice...resulting in buried driveways and impassable mountain passes, high home heating bills and extra layers of closing.
The migration of snow birds has started in earnest...

Monday, November 14, 2011

Today from my window....


Ghost ship drifting by...Canadian Navy gliding into Saanich Inlet


A little potted rose bush on my window sill. Outside, leafs are turning yellow and brown, and flutter to the hillside below.


The SURVIVOR. This little plant spent a couple of winter seasons outside in my garden, where occasional snow buried it, and more than occasional deer tested the consistency and taste of its rubbery leafs. In summer it was ejected from the house into relentless heat and almost perpetual draught.
Despite all those deprivations it manages to recover during the few weeks I actually take it inside the house, and rewards me for all that ill treatment with a burst of vibrant pink blossoms.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Fall diversions...

Pacific Standard Time is back again, with early light and early darkness changing the daily routine of someone, who experiences life in step with free run chickens (the ones which don't enjoy perpetual artificial light in their cages). That means up and pecking with the first light, and off to the coop with the last of it.

In between, one deals with autumnal overcast skies, a few storms travelling south from Alaska, and of course our emblematic North West Pacific Rain.


I check the temperatures of Buenos Aires (between 25 and 30 degrees Celsius) and count down the days to fly from clammy northern climes to humid southern ones.

So - one heads towards the box of pencils and brushes....




THE CAT







The neighbours wanted their mini Bengal Tiger captured by something other than photographs. This feline is the epitome of domestication gone slightly awry. She loves her 'handlers', the couple who delude themselves and think they own this savage little creature.
However, if anyone else enters her territory (the house, but not the off limits garden) she retreats at the speed of lighting into some inaccessible crack behind, between, under the most unusual hiding place. Ergo - hard to meet this girl 'in person', impossible to catch her on camera, even if one of the owners attempts to hold her for that purpose....determined clawing, screaming, struggling results in the same hiding manoeuvre within a few seconds.

This is one attempt to sketch her from a photograph that caught her in one of her moments of disapproval....


From home to nature's backyard. Down at Gulfstream River, the Chum Salmon are defying all predictions of no-shows and jump, struggle, swim their way upstream in search of their gravelly place of origin. There they court each other, fight each other, mate and procreate, and protect their precious eggs from predators (like the guys above) wait for their skins to flake off, and die a slow death.


Here they are all lined up, heads upstream, tails downstream, progressing slowly up current until they have reached the very spot where their own parents have placed them atop clean gravel about four years ago.



Salmon couples circle over 'their' spot, wiggle their fins to prepare a smooth gravel hollow, which they defend vigorously. After the mating they are so exhausted, that they just seem to give up, flop a little, and then literally turn belly up and fall to pieces.







The clean up crew anticipates the rich banquet. For appetizers: fish eyes. Then a short interval to let the leathery skin marinate a little, and one goes for the main treat.








Here is the heavy clean up equipment, not as numerous as our winged friends. However, these fellow don't worry about how far the fish carcass has decayed, they just swallow the whole thing in one piece.









The whole show takes place under the canopy of ancient cedars, who have witnessed a few salmon runs in their lives. Traces of salmon, which made their way through gull droppings into the surrounding earth and from there into the trees, are found in the oldest growth rings of these giants of the forest. Recycling and composting are not exactly a new invention.









Keep the bears at bay! School kids are getting a hands on biology lesson made palatable with a little picnicking on the river side.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Kinsol Trestle

The Cowichan Valley boasts a few relics from the not so old pioneering history. Little churches, which were built many decades ago, hide along quiet country roads. Abandoned railway beds wind their way through rural landscapes and enclaves of old growth and replanted forest. The country roads pass through a few villages and along occasional farms, crossing creeks and rivers which snake their way amongst the mountains and hills of Cowichan region.



Resting in peace now, when Fall has cooled the air. In summertime picnickers would spread their lunch on a few tables set out in the church yard with a view of long departed settlers and enjoy the restful country ambiance.



Just opposite the church a tiny park at the Koksila River Bank, commemorating one of the heroes of a by-gone era, when logging was king, and the giant trees of the valley would be turned into ships' masts, building materials, railway sleepers, bridges, mine shaft supports and docks amongst a host of other things.



Reflection of branches in the clear Koksila River, where fallen Maple Leafs line the river bottom...



Or cover the forest floor, silently changing colour...



A solid wooden bridge leads Across the River and into the Trees...



The roads turns from pavement to gravel to hard earth and narrows along a twenty kilometer access to Kinsol Trestle, recently renovated and saved from slowly rotting away.



Here it is in all it's refurbished beauty, hundreds of new heavy wooden beams have replaced the rotting timbers which made the bridge unsafe for transit. The rails are long gone, the trains have stopped ages ago. Now the bridge connects two segments of the Trans Canada Trail, the longest trail in the world. Before the re-opening of the trestle, hikers had to trudge along a 25 km detour to get to the other side of the gorge just a couple of hundred meters away.



A little history confirms, that this engineering marvel is actually the largest wooden trestle in the Commonwealth, and one of the highest in the world. Cowichan's entry into the record books...The name 'Kinsol' harks back to the time, when the bridge connected to a nearby mine proudly called King Solomon's Mines.



Koksila River at the bottom of the Gorge. The area around the bridge is fast forest land with interlacing trails for hikers and bikers


Back to populated land....fall seems to be the season to burn branches, twigs, tree roots and all manner of combustibles.