This Deep Well Of Madness & Tears

TODAY there is no happy place from which to ponder words by Robert Kennedy who didn't know that he, too, like his brother before him, would be assassinated when he asked: What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet. No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled or uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of the people.

Raindrops spilling down leaves signified to me the deep well of tears in our world. In the wake of the grotesque events, most recently in New Zealand, the violence humankind unleashes upon itself seems bottomless. The boogeymen I imagined as a kid are real and leave people sleepless until all but the traumatized loved ones of innocent victims blot out the fear, knowing there are monsters among us.

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Looking Up After Stormy Weather

The weather brightened so I turned my gaze upward with camera in hand. Snow retreated to the coastal mountains overlooking the silky smooth Boundary Bay waters lacing the surrounding shores. The cities of New Westminster and Burnaby, and Alex Fraser Bridge's towering cable supports (above), were visible from Crescent Beach.

Clouds lifted to let sky-blue shades sweep over the mirroring sea.

I spotted a bird later. It was enjoying the view from its perch high up in a tree.

On close inspection, I saw clearly how cleverly its feathers blended with the branches.

At Kwomais Park (below) the sky brewed and bubbled with activity. The sun played hide and seek in the clouds, casting ripples of silver onto southeast Boundary Bay.

The following day at dawn, the moon hung in midair like a smudgy pale thumbprint.

From my path at Crescent Beach, mauve-gray clouds stretched over mountaintops.

The clouds lazily floated like swimmers in a mellow blue sea. Their hues coloured my mood so that all the world seemed sublime in those captured brief moments of time.

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