From the sparkling spacious north to the soggy swirl of Olympic Fever – winter being celebrated in all its beauteous forms.

Making music in the great warm North. Swing harp and moose meat at the not so frosty Frostbite Festival.

Thanks to all who helped with the broken down car, the rodents, the crack in the harp these past few days. Bag is (really) packed & I’m ready to soar to Whitehorse…

Getting ready to leave the early crocuses of the southern coast for the Frostbite festival and more in the Yukon. Better find those woollies….

Making fresh nettle pesto and wild violet salad to green up this rather blue day.

Pleasantly motivated by the Olympic Flame burning so brightly here on Canada’s West coast – how can I achieve my personal best while being in integrity and harmony with all?

There is something very primal about facing the end of the woodpile.

A survey…What elements makes live performance moving and memorable to you?

The Treehouse is such a lovely homey venue! Thanks to all who came out & if you can, come see Corb & me & the Duncan Garage showroom tonight.

And then I had to rummage through the wash of the burly dryer-eager working man to find my underwear and socks.