From loud crashing waves to gentlest evening waves, a repeated hush upon sandy shore. From peaceful murmurs, like miniature trumpets, of Barrow’s Goldeneye ducks, we love hanging out by the Pacific shores.
Bald eagles, our sentinels, high above Mr. Mallard’s trusting glance (no worries, it’s Vancouver, where urban eagles thrive); and husky diesels thrummings of Vancouver’s protective patrol ships.
Songs of our sentinels by the sea
harbor patrol ships and high snowy peaks of the city