Looking at my old photos I found a series from a Friday night in 2007 that totally cracked me up. Shannon and I were just walking to the subway but I was obsessively taking paparazzi type shots of us every couple of seconds. All sorts of crazy, fuzzy, playful, wild shots ensued. I love this one and feel like I want to shift that picture up with my cursor so I can see Shannon scowling at the camera! All in fun, of course!
After a big storm on Vancouver Island in the winter I would sometimes brave the long walk down to the lagoon despite the strong wind. The water there is usually quite calm but not in the winter. Giant debris would be swooshed into the beach like these two giant logs with the water still crashing over them, undecided as to where they should end up.
I do not miss being without power all the time but I do miss the wild windy winters on the island. Even though the sound of the wind raging and shaking our little house would keep me up all night, I was amazed by the power of where we lived. Oddly, it made me feel quite safe but then I used to be enchanted by Nature's power and force.