February 26, 2009
Tofinoooohhhh
Jazz at the beach.
Well, Tofino, plus the wild, mountainous midsection of Vancouver Island one traverses to get there, is nothing short of stunningly beautiful. Like so many of the villages up here, summertime tourist crowds swell the size and the local economy, altering the vibe for a four month period of warm air and long nights. But the rest of the year offers a peace and solitude that few July visitors can experience. Wintertime on a beach is always magical to me.
I remember when I lived at Paradise Cove in Malibu, and this time of year I’d have a mile-long stretch of sand, cliffs and raging tides all to myself. I’d walk up and down the empty beach completely alone, occasionally wondering whether a bomb had gone off in Los Angeles and I was the last to know, and perhaps the last person left standing. My twisted psyche sort of liked this thought. Experiencing that kind of solitude within reach of one of the worlds’ busiest cities is fascinating. Experiencing it as I did this past weekend, many hours of travel away from any such metropolis, is another fantastic form of isolation.
Surfers, like the fellow who looks like a black smudge in one of these photos, come to Tofino around the year to feel the first push of the Pacific against a right-hand land mass. Tsunami warning signs and evacuation route information are everywhere. And so are reminders of California’s Malibu, my home for 14 years, as nearly every car we passed had a surfboard or two strapped to the roof, and bicycles sported board racks instead of kick stands. Home again. Just a little colder. And apparently, grayer. No, I did not bring an antique black and white camera. But the light, which showed my eyes plenty of forest green in the trees and a hint of pale teal in the sky, played tricks with my lens, to nice effect.
I think I saw more Bald Eagles in three days than ever before, and one of them was kind enough to pose for me outside the deck to our room on Chesterman Beach:
Looking at this noble image, I can see why it won out over the turkey for the U.S. avian representative!
Tacoma and New York beckon early next week, but I have more photos to post so I’ll be back on the blog soon!
Glenn Buttkus said,
February 27, 2009 @ 6:10 am
Oh yeah, jazz on the beach indeed. Your clip, DorianMood@2:21 soothed my savage breast this morning. The last few mp3’s you have posted have been generously longer, more than two minutes. Most of them in the past were barely over a minute. Thanks for giving us more of yourself to share every posting.
I don’t know from digital cameras, but do they have black and white pic wheels? It might be fun to see some B&W compositions from you, kind of Alex meets Ansel in the San Juans. That eagle looks like a moocher; certainly not spooked by being so close to people. How close were you before using your zoom?
Sounds like you had a terrific vacation. Good point about doing them in Winter. Melva and I did that one year on the Oregon coast, and had a lot of it to ourselves. We capped the beach time with a whole day of searching for covered bridges. They are sort of marked on Oregon maps. We came up with five of them on one day.
Shapiro comes to Tacoma? What is the occasion? I live and work here in the South Sound. We might actually have a chance to meet face to face. What an adventure, what a possibility. Or not if you are just on business.
Glenn
Glenn Buttkus said,
February 27, 2009 @ 6:20 am
Yes, forgive me, I also did find some nice Shapiro linebreaks in your vivid prose recall, your subtle appreciation of your environment, your spiritual journey. Here is the Shapiro poem of the week.
Tofino, Tofino
Well, Tofino, plus the wild, mountainous midsection
of Vancouver Island one traverses to get there,
is nothing short of stunningly beautiful.
Like so many of the villages up here,
summertime tourist crowds swell the size
and the local economy, altering the vibe
for a four month period of warm air and long nights.
But the rest of the year offers a peace and solitude
that few July visitors can experience.
Wintertime on a beach is always magical to me.
I remember when I lived at Paradise Cove in Malibu,
and this time of year I’d have a mile-long stretch of sand,
cliffs and raging tides all to myself.
I’d walk up and down the empty beach completely alone,
occasionally wondering whether a bomb had gone off
in Los Angeles and I was the last to know,
and perhaps the last person left standing.
My twisted psyche sort of liked this thought.
Experiencing that kind of solitude within reach
of one of the worlds’ busiest cities is fascinating.
Experiencing it as I did this past weekend,
many hours of travel away from any such metropolis,
is another fantastic form of isolation.
Alex Shapiro February 2009
Alex Shapiro said,
February 27, 2009 @ 3:05 pm
I was roughly 50 yards away from the eagle. I used my zoom full-on at 300, with no tripod. Someday I will get myself a little portable tripod!
I’ll be in Tacoma (my first visit ever!) at the University of Puget Sound. In this case I’m hoping it “Sounds” good, since I’ll be there to do an open rehearsal at 4pm of my concert wind band piece, “Homecoming,” conducted by Robert Taylor, which the UPS Wind Ensemble will be performing on Friday March 6. Then in the evening at 7:30 I’m giving an informal master class at the school.
The university info flyer is linked on my website, if you scroll down to the list of some of my speaking engagements and check out the logo for the school. I believe the rehearsal is open to the public, and the concert on the 6th is free! It would be fabulous to meet you, Glenn, and Melba, and anyone else in the area who wants to pop over to say hi.
Barry said,
February 28, 2009 @ 3:50 pm
Hi Alex,
I haven’t popped in for a couple of weeks and catching up was quite a joy. What beauty you’ve once again shared with us! Thanks.
Your photos have great emotion as well as fine composition. The top one has some running water in it. Is it a creek engaging the sea?
There is mystery in your lens and eye, I like it.
Barry
Alex Shapiro said,
March 1, 2009 @ 2:22 am
Hi Barry,
There were a lot of rocks on a bluff behind me in that first photo, but I couldn’t quite tell whether there may have been a small creek running out to the sea– from which this would have been the last dribble–or– more likely– that it was the remnant, watery undoing of the previous high tide (these photos were taken just after low tide).
One of the things that really struck me about Vancouver Island, is just how many lakes and rivers and inlets and estuaries and creeks there are! Water, water, EVERYWHERE!
elizabeth said,
March 3, 2009 @ 10:30 pm
stunning photo of the eagle Alex ..