@maintraynor.bsky.social
Pirate, photographer and optimist. Viewing life through a young heart and vintage glass. All photos are my own.
A wander out to Englishman River Falls. Winter rains have done their magic.
February 4, 2026 at 5:58 PM
A wander out to Englishman River Falls. Winter rains have done their magic.
Winter coat of moss
Drapes across the rainforest
Alive and verdant
Drapes across the rainforest
Alive and verdant
February 2, 2026 at 4:33 PM
Winter coat of moss
Drapes across the rainforest
Alive and verdant
Drapes across the rainforest
Alive and verdant
A Saturday well spent in the rainforest. I love this Island, and this coast. Blessed and grateful.
February 1, 2026 at 7:08 PM
A Saturday well spent in the rainforest. I love this Island, and this coast. Blessed and grateful.
Summer dreams: Kwotlenemo, that lake of beauty and wonder.
All the roads, all the miles
But hair goes grey, eyes stay wide
@cardiffcraig - Dirty Old Town
All the roads, all the miles
But hair goes grey, eyes stay wide
@cardiffcraig - Dirty Old Town
January 31, 2026 at 6:24 PM
Summer dreams: Kwotlenemo, that lake of beauty and wonder.
All the roads, all the miles
But hair goes grey, eyes stay wide
@cardiffcraig - Dirty Old Town
All the roads, all the miles
But hair goes grey, eyes stay wide
@cardiffcraig - Dirty Old Town
Spring dreams: lens flares and no cares.
January 30, 2026 at 4:59 PM
Spring dreams: lens flares and no cares.
Scenes seen: winter in the village can be a still life waiting to be photographed.
January 29, 2026 at 5:20 PM
Scenes seen: winter in the village can be a still life waiting to be photographed.
Winter dreams: buds have started to appear at the edge of the village moat. Safe at home despite the troubles of the world.
January 28, 2026 at 5:51 PM
Winter dreams: buds have started to appear at the edge of the village moat. Safe at home despite the troubles of the world.
Autumnal dreams: a perfect Amanita muscaria hides at the base of a tree on Steveston’s waterfront. Nearly hidden from all view, my ratty old Super Takumar lens did its magic at f1.4.
January 27, 2026 at 7:03 PM
Autumnal dreams: a perfect Amanita muscaria hides at the base of a tree on Steveston’s waterfront. Nearly hidden from all view, my ratty old Super Takumar lens did its magic at f1.4.
Summer dreams: Kwotlenemo, a lake full of beauty and wonder. Blessed, and grateful.
January 26, 2026 at 5:33 PM
Summer dreams: Kwotlenemo, a lake full of beauty and wonder. Blessed, and grateful.
Vintage glass renders the evening sun like a dreamscape. The world is crazy right now, so take the time to feel the warmth in this September sky.
January 25, 2026 at 5:05 PM
Vintage glass renders the evening sun like a dreamscape. The world is crazy right now, so take the time to feel the warmth in this September sky.
Spring dreams: Cameron Lake in the rain. Always gorgeous.
January 24, 2026 at 5:29 PM
Spring dreams: Cameron Lake in the rain. Always gorgeous.
Spring dreams: trillium
January 23, 2026 at 3:57 PM
Spring dreams: trillium
Spring dreams: a past road trip into an America that was different.
January 22, 2026 at 5:26 PM
Spring dreams: a past road trip into an America that was different.
The sound of the wheels on old asphalt is an antidote for stagnation and malaise. The winding road up to the alpine lake at Kwotlenemo beckons in all seasons. I am blessed, and eternally grateful.
January 21, 2026 at 6:03 PM
The sound of the wheels on old asphalt is an antidote for stagnation and malaise. The winding road up to the alpine lake at Kwotlenemo beckons in all seasons. I am blessed, and eternally grateful.
Then the trav'ller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
January 20, 2026 at 6:31 PM
Then the trav'ller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Wildfire smoke in the late afternoon lends an eerie charm to the skies over Gabriola Island.
January 19, 2026 at 5:54 PM
Wildfire smoke in the late afternoon lends an eerie charm to the skies over Gabriola Island.
Autumnal scene at Kwotlenemo, swans on the smooth surface of the water. Traditional lands of the Xaxli’p First Nation, this is a place of amazing beauty and calm.
January 18, 2026 at 5:41 PM
Autumnal scene at Kwotlenemo, swans on the smooth surface of the water. Traditional lands of the Xaxli’p First Nation, this is a place of amazing beauty and calm.
Life in the village slows to a snail’s pace, it is said. These dogs just need the shells.
January 17, 2026 at 6:51 PM
Life in the village slows to a snail’s pace, it is said. These dogs just need the shells.
Flashback Friday: Where the wild things are.
The backroads of the island were a playground for me for the four years I lived there, looking after my elderly parents.
The backroads of the island were a playground for me for the four years I lived there, looking after my elderly parents.
January 16, 2026 at 5:46 PM
Flashback Friday: Where the wild things are.
The backroads of the island were a playground for me for the four years I lived there, looking after my elderly parents.
The backroads of the island were a playground for me for the four years I lived there, looking after my elderly parents.
Winter dreams, island style. Hilliers, BC.
January 15, 2026 at 4:39 PM
Winter dreams, island style. Hilliers, BC.
There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.
John Hay
John Hay
January 14, 2026 at 5:11 PM
There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.
John Hay
John Hay
A wish for peace. Standing Buddha in the position of Abhaya Mudra: Right hand raised, palm out, signifies fearlessness, protection, and reassurance.
January 12, 2026 at 5:07 PM
A wish for peace. Standing Buddha in the position of Abhaya Mudra: Right hand raised, palm out, signifies fearlessness, protection, and reassurance.
A small, secret spot nestled among the trees on Vancouver Island, and redolent of ferns and moss. This is where I find peace.
January 11, 2026 at 5:36 PM
A small, secret spot nestled among the trees on Vancouver Island, and redolent of ferns and moss. This is where I find peace.
“I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I’ll be, where I’ll be”
Talking Heads - This Must be The Place
I am home.
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I’ll be, where I’ll be”
Talking Heads - This Must be The Place
I am home.
January 10, 2026 at 6:42 PM
“I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I’ll be, where I’ll be”
Talking Heads - This Must be The Place
I am home.
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I’ll be, where I’ll be”
Talking Heads - This Must be The Place
I am home.
Summer evening dreams on Kwotlenemo.
January 9, 2026 at 5:01 PM
Summer evening dreams on Kwotlenemo.