Sometimes I don’t even know how bad I need out until I’m gone. Gone, baby, gone. Out of the city, that is. Away from the noise, the busy business of daily life, the constant cacophony of our modern lives. Living in Vancouver means we have access to a whole lot of nature. It is definitely a major perk, one that I must remind myself of when the rains and cold have settled into my bones and the dark clouds seem to build a roof over our heads for months on end. The great big forests, the deep blue sea and the wilds of rural life make my heart pitter patter. I yearn for the slower pace, the windy roads, the undiscovered (or at least under-discovered) adventures that await us outside the city.
This past weekend we headed over to Gabriola Island – a small island a few hours outside of Vancouver. A couple of ferry boats later and we hit a little sliver of land full of what I was in need of – rain, sun, laughs, moments of quiet, long walks, exploration, understanding, love and a deep sense of gratitude.
The moments all started to blend together as I married the past with the present with each click of my camera. Making memories and saving them for days when I need a little reminder of how good it can all be.