Crabs 'n tomatoes 'n poets 'n sand

I was shocked the other day to see this guy running underwater, up the Gorge, heading (ultimately) for the ocean I guess. Looks like he mighta lost one claw to the soup pot, but the rest of him was all there.



A separate door for tomatoes on BC Ferries. They think of everything.



Wendy in fine fettle, introducing a new anthology - Crossing Lines - and a reading by Allan Briesmaster and his daughter Clara Blackwood at the Black Stilt on Friday.



An afternoon to let your ears flap in the breeze: a windy day on Island View Beach.