Month: April 2023

The day has begun. Across the ink-dark bay, the barest hints of light. Pale pinks and a suggestion of peach, etch an outline of Salt Spring Island. A dark-eyed ...

  I have called a friend who says he is sitting on his front step watching a bald eagle who is watching him, carefully, from the crown of a Sitka spruce. I tell...

  It’s that time at the close of the afternoon, when you rise to the evening, go down the spiral stairs to the glass-walled bar overlooking the swimming pool an...