Oh Canada...

*photo of me in the much warmer Pacific ocean

I feel a world away as I repack my bags for the sixth? time for short hops between locations. I am heading back to isolation and introspection after a short but memorable look at town. Funny thing is that I feel a world away from the summer buzz of town life. People prowling about til four or five are then followed by men spraying the streets down to remove their residue. The town cleans up nicely with many hosers and sweepers happily picking up the remains of the night. It doesnt help any that the messages I receive from home are filled with much the same partying. I cannot even reach anyone since there is a party every night I ring up. I am left with my rather innocent whale and seabird footage and little inspiration to take part in the chaos.

I miss the ocean and the sound of the birds. Entire days filled with nature observations, cooking and art. The town offers distractions, too many it seems, for everyone is running about and I am not sure where they are going. I realized that I enjoyed the two months in the cove, even though the inability to make a phone call, buy groceries, or even have a cup of coffee in a cafe took some getting used to. It isnt so unlike what most of the people north of here have to do for the winter.

I think we are spoiled rotten. It changes your perspective on things when you have to think ahead and buy groceries for the month...or the winter. I have watched artists panic after viewing the options at the 'mom and pop' shop. The die young crowd from Toronto is no exception.

I will be hiding out in yet another cabin, though not as close to the sea. The sea is still visible and my main source of inspiration. After an amazing amount of video, I will be returning to the basics, working with fine silk thread and fish bones. I have high hopes of continuing my writing that I have been avoiding. The camoflage piece will make another surge ahead...
*note to self... work on it please*