{"id":4118,"date":"2014-11-27T10:15:36","date_gmt":"2014-11-27T18:15:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/?p=4118"},"modified":"2014-11-27T10:38:23","modified_gmt":"2014-11-27T18:38:23","slug":"weathering-the-storms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/weathering-the-storms\/","title":{"rendered":"Weathering the storms"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_4119\" style=\"width: 512px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/2014-11-27-09.56.49.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4119\" class=\" wp-image-4119\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/2014-11-27-09.56.49.jpg?resize=502%2C377&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"View from my garret\" width=\"502\" height=\"377\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-4119\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">View from my garret<\/p><\/div>\n<p>When i am working at home, as I am today, my office is a stand up desk in a window dormer that ingeniously is surround on all three sides with windows. \u00a0This means I can see the forest off to my right, trees and neighbours down below me on the stretch of Miller Road we call &#8220;Seven Hills&#8221; and to my left is a glimpse of the Queen Charlotte Channel between our island and the continent of North America, more specifically the low ridge of Whytecliffe in West Vancouver.<\/p>\n<p>Last night and this morning the sky has been what is sometimes called angry. \u00a0It has been raining fierce and thick showers, broken by strong gusty winds and moments of serene calm. \u00a0i photographed this band of light breaking in the distance over English Bay. \u00a0It looks like the sky is clearing but it is just temporary. \u00a0Another shower descended upon us ten minutes later and this view was completely obscured by fog and rain. And ten minutes after that it is clear again.<\/p>\n<p>I love this time of year on Bowen Island. \u00a0The waiting and darkness of Advent. \u00a0The stormy and unstable weather that swells the creeks to breaking and invites the salmon home. The journeying through the cold and wind to small warm refuges of fire and friendship as we visit friends, share a pint at the pub or a quiet lunch at The Snug or Rustique. \u00a0The island tucks in to its friendship. \u00a0We come to remember that we need each other to move fallen trees, deliver firewood and check in on each other (my neighbour is 85 years old and basically housebound). \u00a0There are very few visitors to our island and the beaches and forests are quiet, left only to the seals and the deer.<\/p>\n<p>It echoes, I think, the best of what I am able to extract from this time in my life. \u00a0And it reminds me that some days <a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/magazine\/archive\/2014\/12\/the-real-roots-of-midlife-crisis\/382235\/\" target=\"_blank\">I am at the bottom of the U <\/a>in all kinds of ways.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When i am working at home, as I am today, my office is a stand up desk in a window dormer that ingeniously is surround on all three sides with windows. \u00a0This means I can see the forest off to my right, trees and neighbours down below me on the stretch of Miller Road we call &#8220;Seven Hills&#8221; and to my left is a glimpse of the Queen Charlotte Channel between our island and the continent of North America, more specifically the low ridge of Whytecliffe in West Vancouver. Last night and this morning the sky has been what is &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[10,52],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4118","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2","category-bowen"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piBp1-14q","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4118","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4118"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4118\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4121,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4118\/revisions\/4121"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}