Field notes on trees, trails and slow seasons.
Larches are the odd ones out among conifers: every autumn their needles turn gold and fall. Up on the alpine slopes east of the Coast Mountains, a few weeks in late September is all it takes for a whole hillside to change colour.
Rain on the North Shore again. Moss on everything, cedar smell after the shower, and the creek louder than it has been all summer. A good day to walk slowly and write things down.
Small observations add up. The first frost, the week the maples turn, which trail floods each spring. This site is a quiet place to keep them.