Today we returned to Miracle Beach Provincial Park. We asked the young woman at the information center how it got that name, but she didn’t know. Some online research revealed that it was named because a small stand of old growth trees there was spared by a devastating forest fire in 1938. The fire burned for 3 months and covered a swath 40 miles long and 4 miles wide, stretching from north of Campbell River almost to Courtenay. However, it bypassed this forest by Black Creek.
Today we arrived as the tide was coming in. Families were gathered on the rapidly narrowing beach to catch the morning sunshine. When we returned from our hike an hour later the beach was gone and those same families were sitting on rocks high up against the driftwood.
Paul
Travels With Picasso 
It is wonderful that the two of you have time to notice the daily details of the natural world. Thanks for sharing the view through your artists’ eyes.
I love all of your pictures but I have to admit I had never seen a crow goose-stepping! As always,
A serendipitous photo.