return to wreck

on saturday i went on a solo adventure to wreck beach. it's been a good while since i took my camera on a walk-about and it's been a few years since my body was up to the challenge of the 500+ stairs at wreck. i was going to get up early and go as near to sunrise as i could but...i didn't. i lazed for a good bit first and languished in love. and only after sufficient languishing did i get the body up, clothed, fed, and wispy whites whisping, out the door.

ubc and environs changes but it doesn't. same but different. different but same. i parked on the side of the road near nitobe gardens and walked back towards the stairs down to wreck beach lost in my head, thinking thoughts, as i do, but i saw something swooping above and i heard kittering. don't ask me what kittering is. i made up that word, as far as i know, to describe the real sound that bald eagles make. and sure enough it was two bald eagles. they landed on the top of a tall cedar, (was it really a cedar, for sure? i can't promise. but let's just say it was a cedar it could have been a spruce or a douglas fir...should i go back and check??), right at the trail head. a good omen. 

stairs down went pretty smooth. did it slow and steady, hand on railing. when i got to the bottom i just set about exploring. my eyes and camera feasting on all the beauties. the plumpness of the drifted wet sand against a log. the pattern of the waves in the sand. the tiny particles of colour in the sand. ack. beauties beauties everywhere. i wandered and greedily grabbed shells and pebbles, sat on wide weathered logs, watched the sea, examined everything... and had a soul nourishing time. 

i took a lot of photos...they were my studies in beauty, but they don't accurately reflect what i saw and felt. but it is in the attempt that we stretch our abilities.  see below:

i could not get enough of the colours in the driftwood. i took a lot of log pictures, lol. why so many logs?? because i looooooove logs!! :) 

the sky was watercolour smudgy. melting colours of blue and grey. red log. love you. sand patterns..yes please.

tiny particles of colour in the sand. i told you i went crazy for the sand. haha.

in real life this log was peach with mauve hues and in this pic that is barely visible. that's the tragedy of my photographic life. always reaching to capture, and rarely succeeding.

this guy with bare purple legs was gathering cans. he was doing a good work. i found a lot of pieces of glass that was not yet beach glass. when i found them i laid them on a wide weathered log.

patterns in drift wood, another life-time love of mine.

do you see the face?

enter on the scene: ducks.

bums up.

the world contained in a shell.

loved the graceful drape of seaweed on wet stones.

whispy whites me.

after 2 or 3 hours i climbed the 579 stairs, huffing and puffing, heart boom boom booming, and that was my adventure at wreck.