Nether-land (or supreme trust in ones compass)

My boat dock, Protection Island


I’m rather happy to not have had to commute from my Island over these last few weeks.

Always a tad stressful in these circumstances. Town is somewhere out there.

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Recovering Creative

I live on a tiny island on the Canadian west coast with about 300 of my neighbours. I am a Red Seal chef and certified baker (retired), an artist, an amateur photographer. I write, (unpublished so hesitate to call myself A Writer) sing, and can bang out some reasonable sounding chords on a guitar. And I grow a veggie garden. Older, wiser, and armed with insights and experience, I am on a conscience pursuit of reclaiming my creative life. I see it as a career change. Next level.

3 thoughts on “Nether-land (or supreme trust in ones compass)

  1. The photo is fascinating. It looks as if the path is endless and it is unsure what is beyong the fog.
    I nominated you for the Versatile Award, and hope you don’t mind 🙂

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