Trailing the Juan de Fuca.

Victoria, BC – Empty, shiny shells shattered under our shoes, bejewelled, as we wandered around and over massive logs washed ashore like matchsticks on Botanical Beach this afternoon. The lumber was smooth, like softened leather.

The percussion of thunderous waves vaulting over submerged rocks created dissonance with the silence of the forest as we hiked part of the Juan de Fuca Maritime Trail. Ball kelp bobbed for cover, like mini speed bags, as soaring wings of water curled forward onto the smoothened shore with might. A ribbon of jagged peaks tinted the backdrop.

The crescendo: droplets expelled from the greater family, like glass tossed into the sky, only to rejoin the crushing pools below.

Such peace in the violence of nature.