Time, tides, movement. It’s all an inevitable part of existence living on an island. Like water being moved by the tide, the past and the present get a little mixed up and melded together. Those who have gone before have a reach into what would be their future, and we see the effects of it. “Time’s Arrow” is always going forward, but we can trick it now and then by reaching back, and pulling out events, and, just for short periods, relive a little of their essence today.

George, Nancy, John and Robert McLachlan on Hornby Island, 1963 (photo by George McLachlan)

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself—life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.”

Will Cather

How fortunate I feel to have had the past, the present, and the near future all tied together. The gift of the images by my father, the experiences of wonderful childhood summers because my parents cared so much about that stuff, and were able to provide it, and now, living in this place full time. All going well, I’ll end my time here, too, a part of the ebb and flow of life.

Ebb and Flow

I came here in ’62
A little boy just turning two
Runnin’ round in yellow grass
Knowin’ not the years would pass

The dance of life, the dance of time
Kicking up heels, everything rhymes
Sun shines, you make your hay
Everyone will have their day

Living in the ebb and flow
Vibrant life, all on the go
Riding down time’s arrow
Moving with the ebb and flow

And it all seemed so effortless then
Being alive in the morning wind
And it all felt so endless and fine
Being alive in this life of mine

Little island in the blue
You’ve been my world, always in view
In this place I hold so dear
I’m gonna live and die right here

People come and people go
Hilary and Hal, Albert and Leo
While they were here, they had their fun
I’ll do the same till I am done