Tag Archives: Vancouver Island

THE FALLEN TREE

Faded bark and hollowed heart. Your mighty years in solid rings. Now you lie with broken roots, mossed remains and shallow hope. copyright Estee Millar “To really feel a forest canopy one must use different senses, and often the most … Continue reading

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STARLINGS IN MY HAIR

It’s a thrill to see all this beautiful wildlife just as the sun is rising. The best time of day for me. I was thinking as I watched these geese pass in front of me that twice this week I … Continue reading

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CATCH A SUNSET ON VANCOUVER ISLAND

  Many evenings I will observe the birds along the ocean edge and I marvel as the sun goes down how steady they stand and watch the giant, burnt-orange sphere meet the horizon. In those moments they embrace their solitude … Continue reading

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TWILIGHT

I started out late, too close to twilight to seriously think about painting as I set my easel and paints up. Sitting there wrapped in soft light and nostalgia dreaming of our past fishing trips here together. He is now … Continue reading

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AN ODE TO MOUNT BAKER

The weather here it always rains. Shaded sun and dismal blues.   But take a day when she stays allows our hearts to come undone.   Nature arranged this beautiful day. It cost me nothing to adore. copyright Es-tee Miller … Continue reading

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SAILING ON VANCOUVER ISLAND

The Sailing Principles  come in handy not only in the mainstream of life but also when you have set your sail and you are on course. copyright Es-tee Miller “The winds of grace are always blowing;all we need to do … Continue reading

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I’M JUST A WESTCOAST GIRL…

  Copyright Es-tee Miller “Ultimately, I found my instincts mirrored in a line from Thoreau: ‘My needle…always settles between west and south-southwest. The future lies that way to me, and the earth seems more exhausted and richer on that side.” … Continue reading

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