chocolate lilies and more

As I lay on my side with my ribs up against a sandstone rock and my hip resting on the damp ground I hear a woman call out "hellooo!" Standing behind me, my partner David answers her. Then the woman gives a little gasp and an "oh!" escapes.



We explain that I am laying on the ground to take photos of the chocolate lilies. "Chocolate Lilies!" she shouts and then spinning back in the direction from which she had come she shouts even louder "The chocolate lilies are here! The chocolate lilies are here!"



Back down the trail another female voice echos the phrase to an answering "okay" from a male voice filled with tolerance who is even farther away.



I take one last shot before relinquishing the field of wild flowers to the new arrivals.



Seals surface as an eagle cries out near its nest on Georgeson Island. The evening embodies peace and a recognizable still point.



Sun rests lightly on the far snow draped mountains. Evening is settling in. I could adjust the lighting but then where would be the spaces between the spaces that contribute to the evenings stillness?



New growth on the fir trees is pliable, soft  and cooler than the rest of the branch. My fingers keep reaching to caress. I wonder if the trees notice? 



David asks if I could capture the stages apparent in the life of this arbutus tree. He watches as I struggle to find the right angle.



We sit together on a large piece of flat sandstone in companionable silence. I am distracted in my observation by random questions. How long ago was this a vibrant tree? How many birds have sat on its branch? When will it fall?



A storm has long ago snapped the top off this fir tree. Yet, it seems not to notice as it decks itself out in new growth. Seagulls call out to each other in the stillness. I notice the moment for its perfection.



The water boils up as a group of about 15 seals surface. They seem to be fishing.




A boat comes from across Bennett Bay and slows beside a crab trap.



A sailboat anchored in the bay shares the last of the evening light with us. We rise and begin to make our way down the trail. David recites a line from Speak Low... "love is pure gold and time is a thief"



with appreciation,

Terrill Welch
Executive Leadership Coach

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