Welcome back Jane of Ill Seen, Ill Said, who's sharing her love of another west coast (today a look at Canada's west coast!) while I'm on vacation.
Later in life, I landed on a new continent, looking for freedom the way only a twenty-something can. I wanted to see wilderness, epic landscape and feel abandon. Once again I was pulled west. I wonder is there some ineffable thing about this orientation. Maybe we've always been moving westwards and by the time we get as far as we can go, we've given up the urge to conquer. Instead, we let ourselves become wholly arrested by landscape and just savour it.
So far from my Irish west coast, yet so many familiar feelings: Rain and sea and ruggedness. All different, more epic, bigger in every possible way. But reassuringly similar. The pull west, the beauty of arrival and going as far as you can go. Then rest.
Image information / links:
1. 18Karat
3. Photo by Nikole
5. "The Burrough, Broughton (Shoal Bay)" by Drew Burnham from Bau-Xi
6. Tannis Hegan
7. Osburn / Clarke Productions
9. My photo
