Some of them don’t have names. Ship to Shore

The coast of BC quakes and shatters itself, breaking into coves and islands. The only way to visit some far reaches of my province is by water.

When you live on this side of the water, the ferry is an escape from the city. But when a turn in the coastline means you're separated from the rest of us, the ferry is the only way home.

"What's that one called?" she asked.
"Some of them don’t have names," he said.

Sailing home at the end of the day, my hair was a mess, and my eyes prickled in the wind.

⇓ 15.07.12 ferry.pdf