TAKE THAT !

The Organic Mechanic
The Organic Mechanic… on the old highway in the Cowichan Valley

What if everything you’ve done so far in your life has all lead up to this moment when you realize it was all wrong? At this epiphany, does everything suddenly become meaningful and worthwhile? Does that make all previous events right if they lead to this?

Something for everyone
Something for everyone

Yes, if it effects a new plan, a deliberate change in direction and velocity. At sea, when on a collision course, there are two ways of avoiding disaster. One is to change your course, usually by steering for a place behind the point of imminent impact. The other means of avoidance is to change your speed.

Cheeky bugger! Black...with cream
Cheeky bugger!
Black…with cream

Usually, slowing down is the prudent and courteous way to prevent that theoretical collision. If every moment of your life has, with all the changed directions, the starts and stops, the collisions and near-misses, placed you here at this moment, on the heading and speed as it is with the intentions and attitudes you have acquired, then perhaps there is a cosmic plan for our brief existence. Dunno? Me either!

Duncan town hall (and gallows?)
Duncan town hall clock tower (and gallows?)

Some days I feel like the fabled hoop snake. When threatened, It swallows it’s tail to become a hoop which rolls away downhill to escape. The trouble with that is the acceleration is constant until the inevitable abrupt stop. A friend, lost for more than thirty years suddenly appeared on the dock last week. All work came to a stop after the tearfully happy reunion with this person and their travelling companion. The next twenty-four hours were very intense and rich with a lot energy being exchanged. I felt drained at the end of it. It was a wonderful time of affirmation and closure about certain things but I felt the need to take the weekend off and recharge rather than carry on with the completion of my Cheoy Lee project.

OY VEY! Two travelling German students play and sing Yiddish tunes at the Duncan Farmer's Market....INCREDIBLE!
OY VEY! Two travelling German students play and sing Yiddish tunes at the Duncan Farmer’s Market….INCREDIBLE!

I have a home in Ladysmith, in the Northern part of the Cowichan Valley on Vancouver Island. I live on my boat, but it is rather nice to get away on occasion; especially with all the gringo yachters roaming the docks. I love the valley. It is splendid to explore and discover new things that have been here under my nose throughout the quarter- century I have lived in the region. I also confess to a great envious inner stirring with the blogs from my friends Tony and Connie presently touring in the South of France. So this blog is a photo essay on the Cowichan Valley, “Guys, don’t forget your homeland. Take this!”

Under the groaning grape arbour in a bistro in Duncan
Under the groaning grape arbour in a Duncan bistro
Top that Frenchie!
How about this Frenchie!
Raisins to be on the vine
Raisins to be vine-dried
Dog day afternoon in the market
Dog day afternoon in the market
Yeehaw!
Yeehaw!
Jill in the market
Jill in the market
Dog Pub in mid-street
Dog Pub at the center-line
A lesson in the carver's booth
A lesson in the carver’s booth
Summer fresh orgasmic vegetables
Summer fresh orgasmic organic vegetables
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the valley, life goes on much as it always has
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the valley, life goes on much as it always has
Grapes forever. What all our lawns should look like.
Grapes forever. What all our lawns should look like!
Afternoon break at the winery tasting room
Afternoon break at the winery tasting room
Junk mail
Junk mail
Merlot Corners
Merlot Corners
And this little piggy
And this little piggy…
Into the woods over the bridge.
Into the woods over the bridge.
Many berries
Many berries
Fabric of Life
Fabric of Life
Tree fungus... The visible fart
Tree fungus…
aka visible fart
Limber up
Limber up!
The High Road
The High Road
Regeneration doing fine all on its own
Regeneration doing fine all on its own
Source of Life
Source of Life
Wheels
Wheels
Trailer for sale or rent chickens for sale for fifty cents
Trailer for sale or rent
chickens for sale for fifty cents
Joining forces
Joining forces, Cowichan River

 

“The environment is everything that isn’t me.”

….. Albert Einstein

 

 

 

 

 

Author: Fred Bailey

Fred is a slightly-past middle age sailor /, writer / photographer with plenty of eclectic hands-on skills and experiences. Some would describe him as the old hippy who doesn't know the war is over. He is certainly reluctant to grow up and readily admits to being the eternal dreamer. He has written several books including two novels, 'The Keeper' and 'Storm Ecstasy,' as well as 'The Water Rushing By', 'Sins Of The Fathers', 'The Magic Stick', as well as an extensive inventory of poetry, essays, short stories, anecdotes and photographs. His first passion is the ocean, sailboats, voyaging and all those people who are similarly drawn to the sea. He lived aboard and extensively cruised the BC Coast on 'Seafire' the boat he refitted to go voyaging, to explore new horizons both inner and outer. This blog was about that journey and the preparations for it. Circumstances prevailed which forced the sale of his beloved vessel. Now on a different tack, the voyage continues. If you follow this blog your interest may provide some of the energy that helps fuel the journey. Namaste Contact me at svpaxboat@gmail.com

2 thoughts on “TAKE THAT !”

  1. OK, OK – so the Cowichan Valley has some wonderful food, vineyards, charming farms, dogs on strings but what you have which far surpasses France is good coffee! I have never had such a bad choice of coffee to buy for the home than here. I don’t understand this as even walking the coffee aisles in the supermarket one doesn’t smell coffee nor even at the local coffee van at the market?

  2. Tony:
    Wonderful as ever to hear from you. How I envy you guys. I’ve had great coffee in French restaurants but I think it was ….Italian! I saw a wonderful film yesterday about the snobbery of French cuisine called ‘The 100 foot Journey’ it may not even play in France but, if you get a chance to see it in English, don’t pass it up. Jill, who knows the places you’ve been visiting is intrigued with your blog so take that as a compliment. For me, all else grinds to a halt when your next post arrives. Thank you. A la prochaine. fred

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