HongKong/Vancouver

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go. — T. S. Eliot

Saturday, September 25, 2021

While I stood there...

North Shore


On the Seawall
continued... on the Seawall

The Lion Gate
































Siwash Rock

 And while I stood there 

I saw more than I can tell 

and I understood more than I saw; 

for I was seeing in a sacred manner 

the shape of things in the spirit, 

and the shapes of all shaped's as they must 

live together like one being. —Black Elk Speaks

 

It is late September. There is an indefinable magic in the air. Everything is calm. There is stillness in the air. The autumn is a season of melodrama and reflection. The passing of time, like the north shore on the emerald water, is more noticeable in this time of the year than any other.