July 25, 2012 – I was trying to think of words that describe ferns. They evoke feelings of cool air, moist environments, dappled shady corners of the forest under the canopy of branches of trees that are reaching for the sunlight. They make me think of peacefulness, serenity, and quiet.
It’s been a long couple of days. Lots of driving, a few planning meetings, and I don’t sleep well when I’m on the road. Tons of deer on the side of the roads today, and if it weren’t for my co-pilot, one would have graced the front bumper just out of Campbell River this morning. When I was making a left hand turn onto a road to get to one of the hatcheries, a deer shot out of the bushes from the right, exactly opposite of were I was looking, and if Chelsey hadn’t made a noise of horror, I wouldn’t have had time to climb on the brakes and make some evasive moves.
Bears and deer all along the sides of the highway back down to Nanaimo, just enough time to grab a sandwich and wolf it down before loading, crappy traffic to get Chelsey back downtown to catch her train home, and then finally I was able to collapse on the deck outside with a glass of wine after some nasty traffic back to the North Shore.
So, was I feeling inventive for a photo? Hardly. Exhausted was more like it. But the sun provided some nice shadows on the fern, so that’s about all I could manage today.