Pilings and the past

I'm used to water that does not freeze and pilings that either form a ferry dock or are a part of the diverse history of the west coast.

 

The coal, fishing and forestry industries have all but become nonexistent with pilings being all that is left to mark where ships tied up to load and unload cargo and people.

A frozen lake, home and pilings - I clutch onto the image and the memories.

Lines and light

Blind luck often brings me to the right place at the right time, as in this case where I had stopped to take a series of pictures showing the picnic tables frozen in the ice of Beaver Lake¹, and in time as they await the sounds of laughter as the warm weather returns.

 

( images beyond )

just me

 

 

 

 

It takes two sticks

A series of small bush fires that were started by rubbing two sticks together came to an end when the foresters came across a man pointing to another man with a slightly charred stick in his hand.

"He started the fire" the first man exclaimed, "Look, he has a charred stick!"

The foresters arrested the man who was clearly the arsonist, the criminal who had been starting the bush fires by rubbing sticks together. Never did they ask where the second stick was, or why the man had a stick in the first place. No, regardless of the simple fact that it takes two sticks to start a fire they had their criminal in hand - indeed, the first man had identified the criminal.

As the foresters drove away the first man reached into this pack and threw a charred stick into the forest.

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