Salt Spring Photographer John Cameron
When I saw the morning sunlight breaking though the fog, I just had to double back and capture this scene at one of Salt Spring’s quintessential driveways.
Soon enough it will be all blossoms and flowers; for now I’m enjoying the ever changing views.
Almost there.
Above: water cascades down from the top of Mount Tuam though a deep gorge on south Salt Spring Island.
(Thanks Dan for the location hint; two nice hikes so far. Today’s was in 13 degree weather.)
Below: only a few steps downstream, fresh water joins the salty type. And an intrepid Westie is thrown in for good measure.
Turning the corner along a new-to-me Salt Spring Island trail yielded this startling view.
More moss bumps, this time growing on trees.
Perhaps this is a metaphor for the startling growth of personal debt in Canada.
Yesterday I stumbled up this photo from way, way back while looking for images for a client. They are of course on Night Owl Farm, along the Fulford-Ganges superhighway. And of course they are often called ‘Oreo Cows’. But they are Belted Galloways and may be offended by being called Oreos.
And you wouldn’t want to be too offensive:
The black part of them looks a lot like the Black Angus my Dad had in Ontario. I wonder where the white oreo filling came from?
Back in the mountains. Salt Spring Island’s got a lot of wet going on this time of year.
But…it’s spectacular!
Hiking in solitude, in the clouds and heading for the soft sound of a mountain stream.
I guess it gets better than this, but I’m not sure how.