Behind my friends’ place, on St Mary Lake, Salt Spring Island. The thing I love the most about Salt Spring is its unpretentiousness; it’s a little rough around the edges, it’s not falling over itself to be lovely or picturesque. It just is.
Every night at the exact same time, all the crows in Vancouver inexplicably fly en masse to a single spot in Burnaby, where they hang out for the night and then scatter all over in the morning again.
At Kits Point, we watched these ones preparing to take off for awhile; they kept making false starts, circling these trees then resettling. Then suddenly, they just flew off.