Back from a two week vacation to the Kootenays. Taking a ferry back and forth from Nelson to the East Shore to jaunt between the cappuccino at Oso Negro and the americano at Mojo.
Midnight ferries to Procter and wedding parades with flowers in hair and trumpets in the air. I had to travel to the ends of gravel roads and cafes near the water to get internet. My work blackberry made infrequent appearances. I even let the battery die for 1.5 days. It felt devilish and delicious.
There was a lot of naked and a lot of swimming in fresh water. Quiet conversations in the garden while gathering vegetables. Waking to chunks of freshly plucked cucumber with salt. A lot of hand holding. Skies so many layers deep with stars that the black was easier to pick out than the sparkle. A lot of silence -- outside and in.
I went away for many reasons. One of which was to take photographs. I took a lot of photographs. The landscape begged it. I could barely keep up.