i've walked this trail countless times. across the quiet parking lot and onto the gravel pathway that winds through ragged trees and lush salal bushes. down over roots and rocks, out onto the open stretch of sand. the sound of waves hitting the shore is like a giant exhalation from inside my chest. i've walked this route in sun, rain and wind, but until this particular morning, not with snow. granted, the snow was on its way out, the clouds that had brought it moving out over the sea and the sun poking its way through the trees. but still it was gently settled on the path, my truck, the leaves and seaweed as i passed. catching the sun in spots, or still sleeping quietly in the frozen shade. my breath rose in a steamy cloud as my boots left wet prints in the sand. my last morning on the west coast before heading home again, and i wanted to savour this last walk along this curve of beach until next time. now revisiting it in this photos, i wish i was still there.
i feel like this week has turned into a total wash. not sure where the time has gone. my focus is anywhere but here. my to-do pile isn't getting any shorter. an inch of stitching takes forever, my sketchbook stays closed. i'm not sure how to get back into my creative space.
the weekend promises a bit more outdoor escape. i plan to visit the newborn lambs on my folks' homestead, watch them frolic in the mud with my nephews close behind. and sunday may be about exploring another stretch of sand, digging for clams in the muck to bring home for dinner. good springtime activities. what are you up to?