Winter light —Francis King Park, January 2021

There’s something magical about the quality of light in amongst the trees in January here on Vancouver Island (when not raining—that’s a different light story). It feels crisp, as does the air, to match the chill and the sharpness of sound as you hike along the paths and through the stands of trunks and dense brush.

I’m always intrigued when I come across scenes like this—abandoned vehicles or other debris that seems to have simply dropped from the sky years ago, as there doesn’t appear to be any visible path or roadway that would allow access to deposit this in this particular spot. And in time, this will be swallowed up by the forest, eventually to fade from sight, to dissolve, lose structure and blend with the surrounding ground.

Kind of a ‘huh?’ moment.