Category: Adventure

  • Daisy Days

    Daisy Days

    In the quiet pause of a daring choice, the heart leaps toward unknown horizons, where high adventure carves the soul into something bolder, brighter. Each brave step, a dance with providence, a single petal of growth toward full blossom. (..Poppy in a daisy field)

  • Field Rover

    Field Rover

    Some grassy field outtakes from after the forest wedding on Vancouver Island. Moody changing skies allowed golden evening light to shine through before fading. A lovely day in a beautiful location at the foot of Mt Arrowsmith, a field of flowers surrounded by forest.

  • Rover Wedding

    Rover Wedding

    Poppy was invited to participate in a forest wedding on Vancouver Island. A lovely day in a beautiful location at the foot of Mt Arrowsmith, a field of flowers surrounded by forest. The creative director was quite competent and relaxed so it was a great opportunity to get creative without any pressure. Celebrating faithfulness and…

  • The long view

    The long view

    A somber morning turns into a joyful sunlit afternoon. The water is still very cool but that does not prevent those wanting a dip. The empty beach a backdrop for a time of connection and commemorating new beginnings.

  • Rover convoy

    Rover convoy

    Heading home from the beach with two parties, one in a 58 year old rover and another in a 27 year old rover. The rare sight of an old Defender from over the battlements of an even older Series 2a as they roll through the tree-lined avenues of the town of Qualicum Beach on a…

  • Time flies

    Time flies

    Summer is about halfway over, the light is beginning to shift. Enjoy the still and calm moments as they come––moments like years pass by never to return again. Hug the ones who are near you, we never know what tomorrow may bring.

  • Outside overlooking

    Outside overlooking

    Dusty back roads on a soft summer day winding to a familiar destination from yesteryear. A large clearing opens toward a million dollar view. A picnic lunch with old friends and then the quest continues.

  • Grass to the bonnet

    Grass to the bonnet

    A tall meadow with a rush of spring growth. No easy feat for grass to reach a Defender’s bonnet and window sills, in these parts anyways. A few wild daisies amongst the grass as well.

  • Off the beaten path

    Off the beaten path

    Deeper into the woods as the shadows deepen and the daylight wanes. A soft bed of cedar needles underfoot and the crunch of fallen cones. Back onto the trail to head toward home.

  • Light and shadows

    Light and shadows

    The afternoon light dances through the for and cedar boughs, last year’s fallen greenery now as red as the tree bark. Winding down a private lane as bright green light shines off the new growth.

  • Hay cutting

    Hay cutting

    In the warm glow of a sunlit day, the air sweet with the scent of fresh-cut hay, as hawks circle above fields fringed by tall evergreens. At the end of a dirt road, where blade meets stalk, life stirs in the quiet rhythm of the harvest.

  • Farm stop

    Farm stop

    A sunlit drive weaves through rolling fields bordered by shadowed forest, long views with Arrowsmith’s snow-capped peak in the distance. Pausing at a farm, where grass sways taller than the bonnet, the wild flower meadows dancing in the breeze.

  • Endless blue

    Endless blue

    A fleeting pause where land meets water, where the air is fresh and the sky blazes an intense blue, mirroring distant mountains and islands across the boundless sea. Here, on the cusp of home, the journey nears its quiet end, cradled by the endless blue horizon.

  • Grassy knoll

    Grassy knoll

    Perched on the dry grass of an embankment, gazing over rocks, ocean, and trees, basking in the stillness of a sunlit day. With flat water stretching endlessly and the islands drifting by, a quiet moment unfolds where time and tide seem to pause.

  • On the rocks

    On the rocks

    Amid a beach of small rocks and shells, relics of an ancient coal loading dock under a clear sky. Across the water, islands stand sentinel, while a raven’s fleeting flight weaves a quiet thread through the shifting tapestry of sea and stone.