In my previous post I described the trail at Francis Point Provincial Park, and how we were encouraged to carry on by a hiker who assured us we’d reach the end soon. “You’ll know you’re there when you get to the arbutus trees,” he said casually.
It was a hot day, and we’ve seen innumerable Arbutus menziesii over the years – they are, like my husband and me, native to our region – so it was tempting to give it a miss and head back to our boat for a cool drink.
But I’m glad we carried on, because what greeted us at the end of the trail was no “ordinary” arbutus grove (if there is such a thing). This was a unique and expansive forest of brilliant orange trunks and limbs…
and dancing to their own unique rhythm, on a bluff above the sea.
These look like Fauvist paintings. Gorgeous.
Thanks, glad you like them! Your comment sent me on a web search, to find out more about fauvism. Turns out the name came from “wild beasts”…and yes indeed, these arbutuses were rather wild and their shapes reminded me of all kinds of creatures. 🙂
Nothing like a grove of arbutus trees! Nice shots Laurie!
Thanks Fred! I think on a bright but overcast day the photographic opportunities would have been even better – but the sun and shade makes for some interesting effect despite the challenges.