Catch the latest YouTube video taken by Adam Chilton near Tofino, BC -- that's up-Island from us -- showing a pod of transient orcas just outside the line of surf. Also visible are many sea lions darting away from the orcas, and several surfers who look wary.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Paddle - A Long Way Around Ireland
There's not a lot of the Sturm und Drang that sometimes populates kayaking books in Jasper Winn's Paddle, a memoir of his solo paddle around Ireland.
While he does describe a few hair-raising paddling incidents that threatened to end his journey prematurely, he often entertains the reader with stories of his nightly bar-hopping with the enchanting residents of coastal Ireland, a tale he spins seemingly effortlessly. A terrific book that any paddler will enjoy.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Unexpected Visitors
Louise and I are struggling to get into paddling after our long lay-off over the fall and winter. But one thing guaranteed to help get a person back into paddling shape is to get out and, you know, paddle.
This morning, we had a bit of free time so we rolled the kayaks down the hill and put in for a quickie up The Gorge.
The air still has a bit of a bit of a chill to it, and some rain and wind is due in tomorrow, but the morning sun was bright and warm as it heralded the arrival of spring. Soon. We hope.
As we headed out, this paddled by. I may be mistaken, but it sure looks like a hollowed-out log. If it isn't, it's sure built to look like one. We did not get a chance to ask the paddler about it, alas.
With the current not looking too bad, we decided to paddle under the Tillicum Bridge.
There was a slight current going under, but a few moments later when we turned to go back, the current's speed had increased substantially. It wasn't enough to be a concern or worry that we couldn't return, but it was a bit of a workout, and another reminder that conditions on the water do not remain static.
Across The Gorge from our launch point, we spotted a pair of swans hanging out with some ducks. I've been noticing this pair hanging out here for a few weeks now and I'm hoping that they're going to nest in the area. They didn't pay us much attention as we paddled by.
This merganser didn't pay us much attention either.
Paddling up The Gorge, we approached the bridge at Admirals Road. (The road across the bridge is Admirals Road, but the bridge is called Craigflower bridge. Go figure.) Take a good look at the bridge -- by this time next year it will be replaced by a brand new bridge. Construction is slated to start in July and in addition to causing traffic chaos in the neighbourhood, it may put a kink in any summer paddles into Portage Inlet.
But we had no such worries today. We passed under the bridge into the inlet, avoiding the lines of the few herring fishermen aligned along the bridge's railings.
We weren't having a comfortable paddle. We'd forgotten one of our cardinal rules, which is "No eggs for breakfast on a paddling day!" The eggs, although delicious, were putting in a repeat performance. Not so yummy the second time. I was also feeling stiff and sore in the boat today. Just one of those paddles when you and the boat aren't communicating very well.
We checked out the Portage Inlet swans at their usual spot....
...as well as a duck that paddled by.
With both of us feeling a little off, we headed back to our launch point.
As we landed and began packing, I looked up and saw that the first two swans we had encountered at the start of our paddle had swam across The Gorge to check us out. "Turn around," I said to Louise.
These two were clearly very tame and it seemed like they were begging us for food. One of them was making a chirping-like noise.
They hung around with us for a good ten minutes. Every time I grabbed my camera dry bag, they moved in closer hoping that I was digging out something for them to eat. Finally they realized we had nothing for them, and they continued on their way. And we prepared to push our kayaks up the hill.
Trip length: 7.21 km
YTD: 11.40 km
More pictures are here.
This morning, we had a bit of free time so we rolled the kayaks down the hill and put in for a quickie up The Gorge.
The air still has a bit of a bit of a chill to it, and some rain and wind is due in tomorrow, but the morning sun was bright and warm as it heralded the arrival of spring. Soon. We hope.
As we headed out, this paddled by. I may be mistaken, but it sure looks like a hollowed-out log. If it isn't, it's sure built to look like one. We did not get a chance to ask the paddler about it, alas.
With the current not looking too bad, we decided to paddle under the Tillicum Bridge.
There was a slight current going under, but a few moments later when we turned to go back, the current's speed had increased substantially. It wasn't enough to be a concern or worry that we couldn't return, but it was a bit of a workout, and another reminder that conditions on the water do not remain static.
Across The Gorge from our launch point, we spotted a pair of swans hanging out with some ducks. I've been noticing this pair hanging out here for a few weeks now and I'm hoping that they're going to nest in the area. They didn't pay us much attention as we paddled by.
This merganser didn't pay us much attention either.
Paddling up The Gorge, we approached the bridge at Admirals Road. (The road across the bridge is Admirals Road, but the bridge is called Craigflower bridge. Go figure.) Take a good look at the bridge -- by this time next year it will be replaced by a brand new bridge. Construction is slated to start in July and in addition to causing traffic chaos in the neighbourhood, it may put a kink in any summer paddles into Portage Inlet.
But we had no such worries today. We passed under the bridge into the inlet, avoiding the lines of the few herring fishermen aligned along the bridge's railings.
We weren't having a comfortable paddle. We'd forgotten one of our cardinal rules, which is "No eggs for breakfast on a paddling day!" The eggs, although delicious, were putting in a repeat performance. Not so yummy the second time. I was also feeling stiff and sore in the boat today. Just one of those paddles when you and the boat aren't communicating very well.
We checked out the Portage Inlet swans at their usual spot....
...as well as a duck that paddled by.
With both of us feeling a little off, we headed back to our launch point.
As we landed and began packing, I looked up and saw that the first two swans we had encountered at the start of our paddle had swam across The Gorge to check us out. "Turn around," I said to Louise.
These two were clearly very tame and it seemed like they were begging us for food. One of them was making a chirping-like noise.
They hung around with us for a good ten minutes. Every time I grabbed my camera dry bag, they moved in closer hoping that I was digging out something for them to eat. Finally they realized we had nothing for them, and they continued on their way. And we prepared to push our kayaks up the hill.
Trip length: 7.21 km
YTD: 11.40 km
More pictures are here.
Monday, February 11, 2013
The Camera I - A Dance With Dragons
Yesterday, Louise and I headed down to Chinatown to watch the Lion Dance ring in Chinese New Year. (I've shot in Chinatown before, but it was a little darker then.) Victoria's Chinatown is the oldest in Canada, and second oldest in North America.
It was pretty crowded. I'm terrible at estimating crowds, but I'd have to guess there were a couple of thousand people. Fortunately, there were no injuries, except for this poor kid who was carried off by a stone lion.
Some people would do anything to get a good view.
Then the lions started dancing....
...accompanied by a pair of dragons.
After the main ceremony concluded, Louise and I met up with a friend and ducked into QV Bakery for a quick bite, as we weren't done with the lions yet. A lion visited each building in the area and danced in the doorway. As it danced, some lettuce was offered to it. You can see a small box hanging down from the door hinge.
The lion would eat the lettuce, then spit it back up in the doorway, which is supposed to bring good luck.
Gung Hay Fat Choy! Happy New Year!
It was pretty crowded. I'm terrible at estimating crowds, but I'd have to guess there were a couple of thousand people. Fortunately, there were no injuries, except for this poor kid who was carried off by a stone lion.
Some people would do anything to get a good view.
Then the lions started dancing....
...accompanied by a pair of dragons.
After the main ceremony concluded, Louise and I met up with a friend and ducked into QV Bakery for a quick bite, as we weren't done with the lions yet. A lion visited each building in the area and danced in the doorway. As it danced, some lettuce was offered to it. You can see a small box hanging down from the door hinge.
The lion would eat the lettuce, then spit it back up in the doorway, which is supposed to bring good luck.
Gung Hay Fat Choy! Happy New Year!
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Kayak Rescued Off Central Vancouver Island
A kayaker off central Vancouver Island was rescued yesterday after getting dumped in to Johnstone Strait. He ended up in the water north of Kelsey Bay near Campbell River, and activated his SPOT satellite global positioning system about 2 PM. His distress call was relayed to local RCMP and despite the fact that he was was being swept away in strong currents, he was picked up an hour later by a local tugboat. He was suffering from mild hypothermia.
Local rescue officials give credit to the SPOT beacon for the timely rescue.
We at Kayak Yak always take our SPOTs with us when we venture out on the waves.
Local rescue officials give credit to the SPOT beacon for the timely rescue.
We at Kayak Yak always take our SPOTs with us when we venture out on the waves.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
What It Takes
What it takes to get me on the water? Not much. Not much at all. I live a few hundred steps from the high tide line of the nearest beach. One of my kayaks is an inflatable that weighs about twenty-five pounds when loaded with safety gear and paddle. And yeah, anyone who can say "one of my kayaks" has a lot of ways and reasons for getting on the water. The weather is generally good enough around here that even in winter I can get out in a kayak two or three times a week, at various times of day to boot.
What it takes to keep me off the water? A lot more.
Going to grad school full-time didn't do it -- I was getting out in a boat two or three times a week till recently. Having a bad cold or 'flu has done it in the past, for three weeks at a time, but so far this year I've dodged that bullet. Having a book or two to write as well as my assignments didn't do it.
I'm not happy to report that we now know what it takes to keep me off the water. It's an hour-long commute to the hospital to see my dad, some time spent visiting him, and the hour-long commute back. In the Neuro ward where my dad is recovering from a couple of strokes, I am The Cheerful Visitor as opposed to my mom who chivvies him to exercise and practise talking, or instead of Bernie or my brother who are The Guys Who Visit.
My kayaking is down to once a week. And yeah, I know that's all that most people with full-time jobs can do cuz they don't live at the beach. Instead of doing another lap on my outdoor treadmill (four klicks to Flower Island and back in an hour -- that's Freya's pace, y'know... tho she does it crossing the Gulf of Carpenteria in a sea kayak and I do it noodling along a rocky shore in a rec playboat) I'm doing all my reading on the bus. And knitting. Made ten pairs of fingerless mitts in the last six weeks. Whoopie ding dong.
Next week I'm going up to Cowichan Bay with Bernie and a kayak or two. Shall come back at the end of the day with new stories to tell my dad as The Cheerful Visitor, who chatters about kayaking and studying and what's in the news. Bring it on!
What it takes to keep me off the water? A lot more.
Going to grad school full-time didn't do it -- I was getting out in a boat two or three times a week till recently. Having a bad cold or 'flu has done it in the past, for three weeks at a time, but so far this year I've dodged that bullet. Having a book or two to write as well as my assignments didn't do it.
I'm not happy to report that we now know what it takes to keep me off the water. It's an hour-long commute to the hospital to see my dad, some time spent visiting him, and the hour-long commute back. In the Neuro ward where my dad is recovering from a couple of strokes, I am The Cheerful Visitor as opposed to my mom who chivvies him to exercise and practise talking, or instead of Bernie or my brother who are The Guys Who Visit.
My kayaking is down to once a week. And yeah, I know that's all that most people with full-time jobs can do cuz they don't live at the beach. Instead of doing another lap on my outdoor treadmill (four klicks to Flower Island and back in an hour -- that's Freya's pace, y'know... tho she does it crossing the Gulf of Carpenteria in a sea kayak and I do it noodling along a rocky shore in a rec playboat) I'm doing all my reading on the bus. And knitting. Made ten pairs of fingerless mitts in the last six weeks. Whoopie ding dong.
Next week I'm going up to Cowichan Bay with Bernie and a kayak or two. Shall come back at the end of the day with new stories to tell my dad as The Cheerful Visitor, who chatters about kayaking and studying and what's in the news. Bring it on!
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Kayak Polo at Thetis Lake - 1974
Here's another blast from the past, but this time with a personal twist. A few nights ago my sister and I were going through my father's old slides. Suddenly, this one popped up.
What the heck? My father didn't kayak. What's going on here?
A look at my father's notes reveals that he took a couple of pictures of a bunch of guys playing kayak polo in nearby Thetis Lake in 1974. If you look carefully in the middle of the picture below, you can see one of the kayakers striking an orange ball in the air with his paddle. You can also see that all the paddles have holes in them to catch and throw the ball, unlike modern kayak polo where the ball is thrown with the hand.
Of course, kayakers use Thetis Lake all the time as it's a great place to practice or to have a quiet and leisurely protected paddle,and there have been organized kayak polo teams in the city in the past, but I've never heard of kayak polo being played at the lake.
So, anyone out there know what the story is here? Was this a one-off gathering? Was Thetis Lake once home to marauding bands of kayak polo-ists? And, perhaps most importantly, is polo-ist even a proper word?
What the heck? My father didn't kayak. What's going on here?
A look at my father's notes reveals that he took a couple of pictures of a bunch of guys playing kayak polo in nearby Thetis Lake in 1974. If you look carefully in the middle of the picture below, you can see one of the kayakers striking an orange ball in the air with his paddle. You can also see that all the paddles have holes in them to catch and throw the ball, unlike modern kayak polo where the ball is thrown with the hand.
Of course, kayakers use Thetis Lake all the time as it's a great place to practice or to have a quiet and leisurely protected paddle,and there have been organized kayak polo teams in the city in the past, but I've never heard of kayak polo being played at the lake.
So, anyone out there know what the story is here? Was this a one-off gathering? Was Thetis Lake once home to marauding bands of kayak polo-ists? And, perhaps most importantly, is polo-ist even a proper word?
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Two Lucky Fellows
According to Royal Canadian Marine Search and Rescue's Facebook page (where the rescue picture is from), "The consequences might have been deadly if these Stations had not been training in that area at that time! Response time would have been 30 plus minutes from Ladysmith or Nanaimo. Met by the ambulance at Boat Harbour, these were two lucky fellows."
No word on the conditions at the time, or how the kayakers ended up swimming.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Elk Lake Has the Blues
Just received a press release from CRD Parks, with a warning about one of the local lakes. Over a million people make use of Elk/Beaver Lake Park during the year. If you're planning to enjoy a quiet winter day paddling here, check out the news from Anne-Marie Marchi:
CRD Parks:
625 Fisgard Street, Victoria, BC V8W 1R7
Public Service Announcement
For Immediate Release
January 18, 2013
Blue Green Algae Bloom Advisory at Elk/Beaver Lake Regional Park
CRD Regional Parks is advising park visitors of the presence of blue-green algae bloom at Elk and Beaver lakes. Visitors are advised to avoid areas near the visible blue-green sheen, which appears as surface scum. Pet owners are advised to keep animals on a leash and prevent them from drinking or swimming in either lake. Please visit www.crd.bc.ca/parks for updates or contact our office at 250.478.3344.
CRD Parks:
625 Fisgard Street, Victoria, BC V8W 1R7
Public Service Announcement
For Immediate Release
January 18, 2013
Blue Green Algae Bloom Advisory at Elk/Beaver Lake Regional Park
CRD Regional Parks is advising park visitors of the presence of blue-green algae bloom at Elk and Beaver lakes. Visitors are advised to avoid areas near the visible blue-green sheen, which appears as surface scum. Pet owners are advised to keep animals on a leash and prevent them from drinking or swimming in either lake. Please visit www.crd.bc.ca/parks for updates or contact our office at 250.478.3344.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Behold! The Terror of the Snow Shark!
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
An Australian Collision with a Kayak
John found this interesting article, which you can read here. Summed up: a kayaker who chats on the Australian Kayak Fishing Forum under the name Spottymac reported that his kayak was hit by a powerboat.
Not just any ol' powerboat, either. A 40 ft flybridge cruiser. Apparently it was on autopilot and the skipper was inattentive.
The kayaker wasn't hurt. At the last moment before collision, he rolled off his sit-on-top away from the cruiser as it reached him. Yes, he went under the cruiser. Yes, he felt like he was in a washing machine as the propeller churned past him. But the kayak took the beating from the propeller blades, and Spottymac came to the surface with all his limbs still attached.
Check out the photo posted at the Kayak Angler website. There are at least five evenly-spaced slices through the plastic shell of the kayak at about the point where Spottymac would have been sitting... oog.
It's worth another reminder to our paddling friends -- remember that in our small boats, we are almost invisible to other boaters! Wearing bright colours and paddling together isn't enough to ensure that the skipper of a yacht or a powerboat will see us small boaters.
Our paddle group has verified that even on a sunny, calm, clear day in familiar waters, a kayaker wearing orange while paddling a yellow and blue kayak is INVISIBLE at three hundred yards, even when being sought by a friend who watched her paddle away. That's right, John watched me paddle away, blinked, and suddenly couldn't see me and my bright little inflatable kayak silhouetted against the gray stone shoreline. Even the photographs of that moment don't show my colourful figure against the rocks.
We at Kayak Yak are trying to remember our invisibility when paddling near other boaters. We try to stay out of the way of other boats. So far, no near-misses or collisions... but we have been swept by the wakes from powerboaters who probably didn't know we were there or would be affected.
Not just any ol' powerboat, either. A 40 ft flybridge cruiser. Apparently it was on autopilot and the skipper was inattentive.
The kayaker wasn't hurt. At the last moment before collision, he rolled off his sit-on-top away from the cruiser as it reached him. Yes, he went under the cruiser. Yes, he felt like he was in a washing machine as the propeller churned past him. But the kayak took the beating from the propeller blades, and Spottymac came to the surface with all his limbs still attached.
Check out the photo posted at the Kayak Angler website. There are at least five evenly-spaced slices through the plastic shell of the kayak at about the point where Spottymac would have been sitting... oog.
It's worth another reminder to our paddling friends -- remember that in our small boats, we are almost invisible to other boaters! Wearing bright colours and paddling together isn't enough to ensure that the skipper of a yacht or a powerboat will see us small boaters.
Our paddle group has verified that even on a sunny, calm, clear day in familiar waters, a kayaker wearing orange while paddling a yellow and blue kayak is INVISIBLE at three hundred yards, even when being sought by a friend who watched her paddle away. That's right, John watched me paddle away, blinked, and suddenly couldn't see me and my bright little inflatable kayak silhouetted against the gray stone shoreline. Even the photographs of that moment don't show my colourful figure against the rocks.
We at Kayak Yak are trying to remember our invisibility when paddling near other boaters. We try to stay out of the way of other boats. So far, no near-misses or collisions... but we have been swept by the wakes from powerboaters who probably didn't know we were there or would be affected.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
And So It Begins
We almost started off the kayaking year last Sunday morning, but two things stopped us. One, Louise had a slight ankle injury and wanted to rest it for a day or two, and two, the weather at our proposed launch time was -2, cloudy and breezy. For some reason, relaxing on the couch in our pajamas enjoying scrambled eggs while three furry cats snuggled up to us seemed liked a much better idea than being out on the cold Gorge in below-zero temps cracking through the ice like little icebreakers.
Yes, we're wimpy kayakers. We've told you that before.
But we could find no excuses to not kayak today, especially when the conditions at launch time were expected to be sunny and warming up quickly. Louise and I dragged the kayaks down to Cadboro Bay for a quick paddle around the bay to get our sea legs back after our long lay off. Paula was supposed to join us, but she was not to be seen on the beach.
Look at that sunshine! Sure looks warm, doesn't it? As it turned out the weathermen underestimated the cool breeze blowing in and how long it would take the cloud to burn off.
We bundled up, and the cool morning gave Louise a chance to try her new Hot Shot paddling gloves, which she liked a lot. On the other hand, I somehow managed to bring two right-handed gloves which made for an, um, interesting fit on my left hand.
Off we paddled, puttering along the south shore of Ten Mile Point.
Louise paddled past some geese that were not the least bit interested in us...
...as we moved into Sheep Cove.
A pair of merganser ducks watched us paddle by.
We paddled past the expensive homes and wondered why you would want a home with a multi-million dollar view, only to keep all your blinds closed.
We returned along the far side of Flower Island....
...and discovered we weren't the only people out on the water today.
Another merganser was hanging out with some harlequin ducks...
...while a black and white goose stood guard.
Heading back to the beach, we saw Mike Jackson and some friends heading out for a paddle around Discovery Island.
Then we saw Paula padding towards us in the little green play boat she acquired last year. (Or did she steal it from Mike? After all, his name is all over it.)
Paddle number one for the year is in the books!
Trip length: 4.19 km
YTD: 4.19 km
More pictures are here.
Yes, we're wimpy kayakers. We've told you that before.
But we could find no excuses to not kayak today, especially when the conditions at launch time were expected to be sunny and warming up quickly. Louise and I dragged the kayaks down to Cadboro Bay for a quick paddle around the bay to get our sea legs back after our long lay off. Paula was supposed to join us, but she was not to be seen on the beach.
Look at that sunshine! Sure looks warm, doesn't it? As it turned out the weathermen underestimated the cool breeze blowing in and how long it would take the cloud to burn off.
We bundled up, and the cool morning gave Louise a chance to try her new Hot Shot paddling gloves, which she liked a lot. On the other hand, I somehow managed to bring two right-handed gloves which made for an, um, interesting fit on my left hand.
Off we paddled, puttering along the south shore of Ten Mile Point.
Louise paddled past some geese that were not the least bit interested in us...
...as we moved into Sheep Cove.
A pair of merganser ducks watched us paddle by.
We paddled past the expensive homes and wondered why you would want a home with a multi-million dollar view, only to keep all your blinds closed.
We returned along the far side of Flower Island....
...and discovered we weren't the only people out on the water today.
Another merganser was hanging out with some harlequin ducks...
...while a black and white goose stood guard.
Heading back to the beach, we saw Mike Jackson and some friends heading out for a paddle around Discovery Island.
Then we saw Paula padding towards us in the little green play boat she acquired last year. (Or did she steal it from Mike? After all, his name is all over it.)
Paddle number one for the year is in the books!
Trip length: 4.19 km
YTD: 4.19 km
More pictures are here.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The Camera I - Random Stuff
I've decided that I should inflect upon the readers of this blog show off more of my off-water photographs on the blog. And what better time to start then the slow kayaking off-season. So as the rain and wind swoop around our house, take a gander at this and see if it doesn't warm your heart.
Long-time readers will recognize this as Parker, one of our three cats. A few days ago, he was sitting on a chair in the living room, caught perfectly by the cloudy light coming in through the living room window. I told him to stay while I grabbed my camera out of the office, and he actually did, sitting patiently for my return. Parker seems to sense something about cameras, and he will pose for you, tilting his head, lifting his chin, making subtle adjustments to his posture while we snap away. He must spend his time watching the fashion programs on tv when we are out of the house.
Over Christmas, I picked up a used Canon 100-400 4.5-5.6 L IS USM lens from eBay. Oh my, I love this lens. I haven't had many chances to use it yet, but we did take out to Esquimalt Lagoon for a couple of hours, resulting in this photograph.
It was one of those situations when you're just sort of snapping madly around at something. The duck took off, and I just kept panning with it. I wasn't close to being centered on it, so I cropped it so that it was in the corner, rule of thirds and all that, and it seemed to work best in black & white.
I've joined a weekly photo challenge group on flickr. The first week's challenge was "Sillouhettes" and here's mine.
And no, it's no a Dalek, as one comment suggested. It's really the giant watering can at Beacon Hill Park.
One last one. Louise and I spent some time Christmas Eve hanging around the BC Legislature taking pictures of The Ledge done up in Christmas lights. I'll save most of those for next Christmas. (Foreshadowing: your clue to quality blogging.) But here's one to keep you going until then. It's from behind The Ledge, through a portico, and out towards the lighted tree on the front lawn.
Pretty impressive shot, I think. Almost as impressive as the fact that I used the word "portico" in a sentence.
Long-time readers will recognize this as Parker, one of our three cats. A few days ago, he was sitting on a chair in the living room, caught perfectly by the cloudy light coming in through the living room window. I told him to stay while I grabbed my camera out of the office, and he actually did, sitting patiently for my return. Parker seems to sense something about cameras, and he will pose for you, tilting his head, lifting his chin, making subtle adjustments to his posture while we snap away. He must spend his time watching the fashion programs on tv when we are out of the house.
Over Christmas, I picked up a used Canon 100-400 4.5-5.6 L IS USM lens from eBay. Oh my, I love this lens. I haven't had many chances to use it yet, but we did take out to Esquimalt Lagoon for a couple of hours, resulting in this photograph.
It was one of those situations when you're just sort of snapping madly around at something. The duck took off, and I just kept panning with it. I wasn't close to being centered on it, so I cropped it so that it was in the corner, rule of thirds and all that, and it seemed to work best in black & white.
I've joined a weekly photo challenge group on flickr. The first week's challenge was "Sillouhettes" and here's mine.
And no, it's no a Dalek, as one comment suggested. It's really the giant watering can at Beacon Hill Park.
One last one. Louise and I spent some time Christmas Eve hanging around the BC Legislature taking pictures of The Ledge done up in Christmas lights. I'll save most of those for next Christmas. (Foreshadowing: your clue to quality blogging.) But here's one to keep you going until then. It's from behind The Ledge, through a portico, and out towards the lighted tree on the front lawn.
Pretty impressive shot, I think. Almost as impressive as the fact that I used the word "portico" in a sentence.
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