Spent the day up on the mountainous backbone of Vancouver Island, among the low-hanging clouds. The mist was so thick it felt like you were drinking with each intake of breath.
Spectrum of Salal colours, on the way up from my favorite stream bushwhack. I love that white misty backdrop.
Springtime in the clearcut. Every year I'm amazed at how quickly the buds appear on the trees around here. There's only about a month of real "winter" in my mind, where everything really feels still and lifeless. Already there are long bright green chutes poking through the underbrush and fresh tips on the evergreen branches. Shit don't stop growin' 'round here!
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