Looking west, not quite up the gut of the Georgia Strait, the Salish Sea, but close.
The beach before the dyke is protected; there are signs saying something "natural" is happening. I like it that no one is telling us to keep off; we know better.
The "king" tide is the stylus behind this driftwood composition, the dyke its period or stopping line. It was humankind who named this highest of tides a king tide, just as it was humankind who made the dyke.
I get why the artist Michael Drebert was drawn all those years ago to the West Dyke lands and Garry Point. I wonder what he was subtracting from when he took some of its driftwood to Hardscrabble Gallery for a campfire.
Carole Itter documented the removal, packaging and shipping of her west coast log to the east coast in the log's log (1972-73). I don't think Michael shares his documentation.
