Romance Interrupted…

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© Joan Currie

They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon,
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Edward Lear from The Owl and the Pussycat 

A romantic Sunday morning stroll along the beach was cut short by an exciting airborne interloper…

Off Duty…

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© Joan Currie

…we progress from being voyeurs, which we always are when we look at other people’s pictures, to excavators, combining our memories for what we may recognize from our own family albums, from our own lives. We look for us. – Michael Kimmelman

This lifeguard chair on Vancouver’s North Shore evokes very strong memories of my summers as a pool lifeguard.

Inukshuk…

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© Joan Currie

Sometimes the rare, the beautiful, can only emerge or survive in isolation. In a similar manner, some degree of withdrawal serves to nurture man’s creative powers. The artist and the scientist bring out of the dark void, like the mysterious universe itself, the unique, the strange, the unexpected. – Loren Eiseley from The Night Country

When I shifted my focus from the water to the shore, I beheld many acts of creation.