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| Saint John's Wort in bloom in my garden, and fuzzy headed young bucks are putting on muscle eating everything in sight. |
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| A little side trip to Cowichan Lake on a rainy day, with the odd glimpse of sunshine lighting up surrounding hills. |
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| Eight hundred Years old...or maybe older, this old fir still stands proud a few steps away from a deserted country road. |
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| Hidden clear mountain lakes await the onslaught of summer vacationers. In the meantime, silence reigns. |
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| Wavering between sunshine and rain, forest plants, covered with rain drops, glitter in the sun. |
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| Gordon River leading from Carmanagh Mountains into the Bay of Port Renfrew. |
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| The bay at Port Renfrew, its long beach is strewn with giant logs, which have floated here on the swells of the open Pacific. |
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| On the dock...a Baldheaded Eagle lunching on a fish. |
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| French Beach, where millions of rounded pebbles roll with the surge of oceans swells. |
