I went for a walk today with my mum, eighty-eight years-old and still out there getting her daily exercise. She used her walker and we enjoyed the windswept Willows Beach in Victoria, BC. Winter storms had pushed up a scree of logs, which kids were using like big natural Lego blocks, building forts and tee-pees. Out on an impressive outcrop I saw signs of the great, ancient glaciers that once scoured this land. I took this picture of a rut made by an ice sheet grinding a boulder into the bedrock below, a sign of the gargantuan forces that sculpted the dramatic shores of Vancouver Island.