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Showing posts with label streams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label streams. Show all posts

Saturday, February 7, 2009

DeBoville Slough to Pitt River, Port Coquitlam, BC, Canada




I took a walk along the Traboulay PoCo Trail
in Port Coquitlam, B.C. Canada
and was treated to some soul soothing scenery.
The Traboulay Trail is 25 kms long, and
encircles the city of Port Coquitlam.
I haven't discovered all of her secret spots
and vistas yet, but I think that is
a project I can take my time and
work on.
I've been discovering a lot of things lately,
and maybe life is making more sense
to me. Like the trails and vistas I visit,
secrets and wisdom come over time,
its nothing you can rush. You
need to go back and listen
at different times, different seasons,
to hear all the truths revealed slowly.
Every season has its own version
of enlightenment.

For Derek Mata, my friend, my life mentor.
Thank you for your wisdom
and insights. You were taken from
life too early, and I, among many,
will miss you.

Para Derek Mata, mi amigo, mi mentor de la vida.
Gracias por su sabiduría
y penetraciones. Le tomaron de vida
demasiado temprano, e yo, entre muchos,
le faltará.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Streams in Vancouver, B.C., Canada


I went searching for something really inspiring to photograph and post. Looking for "big." Anything that would make the reader stop for a second in awe.

Where I found it was in "small." A tiny leaf making its way through pools reflecting a former life living high up on a tree. And its life to come as a soft place for, hopefully, fish eggs to nestle into and await the stirrings of life.

So many people rush by on the way to somewhere, looking for something big. I want to stop and look at the universe of the small. It feels like home here. And Mother Nature makes so much more sense in even the smallest of these small things.

I can't wait for the salmon to come. I may be dreaming and hopelessly hopeful. But I believe.

I believe good can come out of bad. That nature can recover and go on to be even better. That no matter how many times Mother Nature gets knocked down, she will stand back up again and say, "Not this time, there is too much life to live yet."