Mayne Island

Mayne Island is where my dad calls home. Where there are more deer than people that roam the land. The beauty of the sandstone beaches, rock formations created by honey comb weathering that makes the shoreline mother natures work of art. Broom is in full bloom creating a landscape full of yellow hues. The smell of wood from which my dad’s place is built, and the wood burning fire. Basking in the last bit of sunshine on the deck, with a glass of red wine. Moments of stillness, the simplicity that is the life on the gulf islands.