A FAMILY in Crescent Beach recently put up some signs welcoming the mischievous and playful into their temporarily transformed home called Camp Runamuk. Most children would surely enjoy having few restrictions in a house turned "cabin". As a grownup, the many signs in the alley nearby looked less like directions and more like a treasure trove of choices.
I could take a shower, walk down to the pier, skip on the beach, build sandcastles or visit the "outhouse" sooner rather than later.
Every second of every day there are choices to be made, from life-altering decisions to the picking and choosing from a mob of thoughts that are running amok in our heads.
A clever young girl named Anne Frank once wrote, "Our lives are fashioned by our choices. First we make our choices. Then our choices make us.”
THERE WERE many signs during World Oceans Day at Blackie Spit Park in Crescent Beach but the "I brake for turtles" car sticker was my favorite. I was also introduced to a live Western Painted Turtle (endangered in BC), blind falcon and broken-winged owl that you, too, can meet in my post HERE.
The event was hosted by people with a conscience who are interested in what is happening to the environment and all living things in it.
SHOULD WE be impressed, reflective or worried when an alphabet soup of graffiti on many dozens of freight cars rolls down the track?
Whether boxy letters and scribbles are an act of vandalism, art or protest, the traveling show blocks the path to Crescent Beach. As I sit in my car waiting for the train to pass and try to unscramble the wandering words, I marvel that, in this age of security concerns, strangers with painterly tools at train yards seem to go unchallenged the entire time they are leaving their mark on boxcars.