Fleming Beach/Macaulay Point are ocean-front, dog friendly spots not far from my home. What started as a regular walk on Fridays with a friend and her dog became a weekly ritual. I didn't bring my camera at first, but late in 2022 I started to document what I saw. I questioned whether it was getting 'samey', but I felt compelled to keep looking.
fridays at fleming is a series exploring the finding of new things at a place that one visits regularly.
what stories can be found, what's new to be seen, does the sameness get boring or is there comfort found in it?
and does it really stay the same if it's affected by the weather, change of season, high or low tide?
using a variety of cameras and lenses, here's what I saw...
Prints are available.
fridays at fleming is a series exploring the finding of new things at a place that one visits regularly.
what stories can be found, what's new to be seen, does the sameness get boring or is there comfort found in it?
and does it really stay the same if it's affected by the weather, change of season, high or low tide?
using a variety of cameras and lenses, here's what I saw...
Prints are available.
november 11, 2022
literal breath of fresh air
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I was feeling a bit antsy today. Also down and tired. But I also felt like I needed a breath of fresh air. So I decided to go literal by braving the cold and gray, bundling up and heading to a favourite beach.
Besides I was in need of some rocks for a new project. 
When I'm in working mode, there's an agenda, so going out without one is like staring at one of those paintings where once you rest your gaze, you see what's hidden, and maybe obvious to others.
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At the last minute, I decided to bring my camera.
Paired with an old zoom lens I never use because it's not very sharp, although I appreciate the feel of the images it helps to create, I knew it may or may not make it out of my bag. But I brought it. 
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The wasp nest.
The faces.
There were times I felt I had been transported somewhere very far north (or south)...
...or felt moody and dark.
There were moments of remembrance,
and watching the water come in and cover the green rock,
and being captivated by the birds.
And I didn't forget my rocks.
january 6, 2023
the crow
*a seagull
*high tide
*a dog
*a fence
*the crow the crow the crow
*the salty sea
*a mixed up sky
*wind and waves
*other birds
*mountains and buildings
*a kayak, a boat, a ship
*not necessarily in order
*high tide
*a dog
*a fence
*the crow the crow the crow
*the salty sea
*a mixed up sky
*wind and waves
*other birds
*mountains and buildings
*a kayak, a boat, a ship
*not necessarily in order
january 13, 2023
the same but different
The places you go to all the time.
The places where it seems like it's always the same, because it's familiar.
You see the same people. The same dogs.
The sky, the birds, the boats.
The scene.
But maybe your eyes are searching for something different.
And that's one of the beauties in this life for me.
There's always a way to see the same scenes differently.
The places where it seems like it's always the same, because it's familiar.
You see the same people. The same dogs.
The sky, the birds, the boats.
The scene.
But maybe your eyes are searching for something different.
And that's one of the beauties in this life for me.
There's always a way to see the same scenes differently.
january 28, 2023
the magical peace beads
Tica wore her peace beads on our walk today.
Some may just think they're wooden beads strung together by her human, but they're actually magical.
Not only did Tica make friends with a giant bear of a Bouvier named Bizou, she also decided today was the day to walk all the way down to the end of dock.
We've been walking at Macaulay Pt for about a year now and though Tica always wants to walk onto the dock on the way to the parking lot, though she only ever makes it a little ways. Sometimes 10 ft, sometimes 5, once she made it about 20ish.
We do offer treats to see how far she'll go, but her fear always ends up overriding her love of treats and she lets us know she's had enough and will turn herself around to walk nervously back to shore. Not today though. There was no turning back. With some soft milk bones on offer, she put her bravest feet forward and made it all the way to the end where she got some "Yay Tica!" treats and I got a couple photos in and then she realized where she was and decided to head back.
So we did.
It was a big day.
Along with Bizou, Tica also met little Leeroy the Boston and Bodhi with the balls (the built in kind), who she flirted with. She also spotted Sidney, the seal who hangs out there too.
Throughout all this dog-ness, the sky and clouds made for an intense backdrop for this Friday adventure at the point.
Some may just think they're wooden beads strung together by her human, but they're actually magical.
Not only did Tica make friends with a giant bear of a Bouvier named Bizou, she also decided today was the day to walk all the way down to the end of dock.
We've been walking at Macaulay Pt for about a year now and though Tica always wants to walk onto the dock on the way to the parking lot, though she only ever makes it a little ways. Sometimes 10 ft, sometimes 5, once she made it about 20ish.
We do offer treats to see how far she'll go, but her fear always ends up overriding her love of treats and she lets us know she's had enough and will turn herself around to walk nervously back to shore. Not today though. There was no turning back. With some soft milk bones on offer, she put her bravest feet forward and made it all the way to the end where she got some "Yay Tica!" treats and I got a couple photos in and then she realized where she was and decided to head back.
So we did.
It was a big day.
Along with Bizou, Tica also met little Leeroy the Boston and Bodhi with the balls (the built in kind), who she flirted with. She also spotted Sidney, the seal who hangs out there too.
Throughout all this dog-ness, the sky and clouds made for an intense backdrop for this Friday adventure at the point.
february 3, 2023
volume i
Being the first Friday in February, I've decided it's the official, unofficial start of Fridays at Fleming, a weekly photo essay of my visit to Fleming Beach/Macaulay Point here in Victoria.
I've been going for about a year now with my friend Shannon, her dog Tica and sometimes my dog Mr Coco joins us. Sometimes my husband comes too. Recently I've started bringing my camera again because even though I know this place well now, each time I visit it's a bit different and I want to try to capture that same, yet differentness. Translating what I see and feel.
I've been going for about a year now with my friend Shannon, her dog Tica and sometimes my dog Mr Coco joins us. Sometimes my husband comes too. Recently I've started bringing my camera again because even though I know this place well now, each time I visit it's a bit different and I want to try to capture that same, yet differentness. Translating what I see and feel.
"To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye, and the heart. It's a way of life"
~ Henri Cartier-Bresson
Here is installment one:
It all started with two seagulls just sitting on the boat ramp,
but then dogs were headed in their direction so that moment of peace was short.
The water was so calm -- literally the calm before the storm as the wind gusted up to blow-the-lid-off-a-garbage-can level in the afternoon.
Tica had her first treat on the picnic table.
Mr Coco wanted to be carried for a while.
We trundled along and happened to meet up with our friend from a couple weeks back, Rowan, who stopped in for treats. There were more dogs, crow friends, a face in the rocks.
A sky that tells a different story every time I visit.
Little surprises along the way and a seagull who could strike a pose.
A very happy dog and her stick, little Uncle the Schnoodle puppy and then Sophie, who was one of the friendliest dogs I've ever met, stopped by to say hello.
Then we were back at the docks where a little one checked out the scenery and then the geese flew overhead.
It all started with two seagulls just sitting on the boat ramp,
but then dogs were headed in their direction so that moment of peace was short.
The water was so calm -- literally the calm before the storm as the wind gusted up to blow-the-lid-off-a-garbage-can level in the afternoon.
Tica had her first treat on the picnic table.
Mr Coco wanted to be carried for a while.
We trundled along and happened to meet up with our friend from a couple weeks back, Rowan, who stopped in for treats. There were more dogs, crow friends, a face in the rocks.
A sky that tells a different story every time I visit.
Little surprises along the way and a seagull who could strike a pose.
A very happy dog and her stick, little Uncle the Schnoodle puppy and then Sophie, who was one of the friendliest dogs I've ever met, stopped by to say hello.
Then we were back at the docks where a little one checked out the scenery and then the geese flew overhead.
volume ii
february 11, 2023
meeting the rain + rainey
The rain had been starting and stopping.
And then drizzling.
And then stopping.
We met a wee pup. An Icelandic Sheepdog.
And then a dog in the distance. Shannon wondered if she knew it.
Lacy maybe?
Almost. Her name is Rainey.
She was out for a walk with her cousin Flaka, a transplant from South America who seemed to only care about one thing. Her stick.
The light drizzle was getting my camera a bit wet. Trying to keep the lens mostly dry, we ventured to the marker where a gull was hanging out.
It flew away when Tica arrived, but clearly wanted back because as soon Tica wandered away, the gull swooped back through my frames as I was trying to photograph some Common Mergansers out on the water.
We hit the beach to explore for a few minutes then it was on to the dock because Tica was feeling brave today.
I watched the haze of drizzle with my eyes
and then through my camera.
Thanks for stopping by!
~w
And then drizzling.
And then stopping.
We met a wee pup. An Icelandic Sheepdog.
And then a dog in the distance. Shannon wondered if she knew it.
Lacy maybe?
Almost. Her name is Rainey.
She was out for a walk with her cousin Flaka, a transplant from South America who seemed to only care about one thing. Her stick.
The light drizzle was getting my camera a bit wet. Trying to keep the lens mostly dry, we ventured to the marker where a gull was hanging out.
It flew away when Tica arrived, but clearly wanted back because as soon Tica wandered away, the gull swooped back through my frames as I was trying to photograph some Common Mergansers out on the water.
We hit the beach to explore for a few minutes then it was on to the dock because Tica was feeling brave today.
I watched the haze of drizzle with my eyes
and then through my camera.
Thanks for stopping by!
~w
february 14, 2023
volume iii
For this week's Fridays at Fleming, I actually went on a Tuesday as my Friday buddies weren't going to be available on Friday.
No matter.
When you go on different days, you see different people.
It was very cold and icy this day.
Frost covered the docks, and while I watched a crow work away at something I almost wiped out on a nice patch of ice.
The ice made some beautiful patterns in the puddles, though it confused Tica to the point she had to bite at the ice as it cracked under her feet.
The wee robin that watched us.
Someone's been building a collection of bottle pieces in one of the bunkers.
A rock that looked like a duck, and then an eye was put on it and it turned into a dog.
And then we met a new dog. I got his name but didn't write it down. He was very friendly and very drooly and had incredible head tilts.
Though the sun had melted the frost from the docks, something in the water off the beach caught Tica's eye so we didn't do our usual walk on it.
A blue recycle bag was bobbing in the water.
She just couldn't understand what it was... and she wanted to know... but there was no way she was going to go get it.
So I did.
Because throwing rocks at it didn't work and trying to reach out to grab it with a bit stick only gave me a soaker.
So off came the shoes and I walked on my winter feet -- not the tougher feet of summer when I walk around barefoot -- over the cold rocks and into the water a few inches up my leg.
And the answer to the question "why do seagulls stand on one foot" became clear.
The water wasn't so bad really.
I'd do it again.
No matter.
When you go on different days, you see different people.
It was very cold and icy this day.
Frost covered the docks, and while I watched a crow work away at something I almost wiped out on a nice patch of ice.
The ice made some beautiful patterns in the puddles, though it confused Tica to the point she had to bite at the ice as it cracked under her feet.
The wee robin that watched us.
Someone's been building a collection of bottle pieces in one of the bunkers.
A rock that looked like a duck, and then an eye was put on it and it turned into a dog.
And then we met a new dog. I got his name but didn't write it down. He was very friendly and very drooly and had incredible head tilts.
Though the sun had melted the frost from the docks, something in the water off the beach caught Tica's eye so we didn't do our usual walk on it.
A blue recycle bag was bobbing in the water.
She just couldn't understand what it was... and she wanted to know... but there was no way she was going to go get it.
So I did.
Because throwing rocks at it didn't work and trying to reach out to grab it with a bit stick only gave me a soaker.
So off came the shoes and I walked on my winter feet -- not the tougher feet of summer when I walk around barefoot -- over the cold rocks and into the water a few inches up my leg.
And the answer to the question "why do seagulls stand on one foot" became clear.
The water wasn't so bad really.
I'd do it again.
february 24, 2023
volume iv
This week's instalment is a video, all shot on my phone.
I generally welcome constraints on my photography and embrace experimentation of what can come out of having to 'work with what you've got'.
And today was one of those days.
It was so cold. The wind felt like ice hitting my cheeks. If I had my hands out for too long they'd start to freeze and stop working.
And I'm getting over a case of shingles so lugging around my camera wasn't going to happen.
The experimentation can help me see and think about my subjects in a different way and it also presents a new opportunity with how I want to translate what I see.
Photographs, photo collage, movie.
So welcome to a beautiful, but very cold Volume 4 of Fridays at Fleming and thanks to Tica for being so camera ready and for coming back when we call her.
I generally welcome constraints on my photography and embrace experimentation of what can come out of having to 'work with what you've got'.
And today was one of those days.
It was so cold. The wind felt like ice hitting my cheeks. If I had my hands out for too long they'd start to freeze and stop working.
And I'm getting over a case of shingles so lugging around my camera wasn't going to happen.
The experimentation can help me see and think about my subjects in a different way and it also presents a new opportunity with how I want to translate what I see.
Photographs, photo collage, movie.
So welcome to a beautiful, but very cold Volume 4 of Fridays at Fleming and thanks to Tica for being so camera ready and for coming back when we call her.
march 3, 2023
volume v
the buddy walk
Fridays at Fleming, vol 5.... aka "The Buddy Walk"
A bit of a buddy theme today:
I went for a walk with my buddies,
Birds flew with their buddies,
Dogs played with their buddies,
And I got to meet an actual Buddy!
Buddy is a 13(ish)-year-old poodley mix of cuteness who's currently in care of the Victoria Humane Society (VHS) and is being fostered at Tica's house.
If you look closely at Buddy though you'll wondering what's up with his eyes.
Well... after a visit to the veterinary eye doc the other day it turns out he's blind in both eyes. They suspect he may have been blind in one eye before, but the other one is definitely messed up because l'il Buddy was found OUTSIDE... in Manitoba... in -46 degree weather... in the snow... with a super fluffy matted coat... and his eyes were FROZEN.
Through VHS's network, Buddy made the trip to the west coast where he's now in a foster home and enjoying the warmth -- good thing as he got a hair cut too.
He's a confident little guy and his lack of vision did not slow him down. He loves treats and chin and neck scritches and he has great stamina.
He also has a very active sniffer so he sniffed and sniffed and sniffed... and left his mark on all the places he felt necessary.
Because of the freezing of his eyeballs he's got a ruptured corneal ulcer so he's getting all whole host of eye drops, and he may still have to get one or both of his eyes removed. But I get the feeling that won't stop him. He's a confident little guy and seems to be up for adventure. Just don't leave him alone. He doesn't like being left alone. At all.
Understandable considering he's had a whole lot of change in his world.
Buddy also has a cute little snaggle tooth but he's in desperate need of a dental, so not sure if he'll get to keep it.
Once he's had his medical taken care of he'll be ready for adoption so if you're interested watch the Victoria Humane Society facebook page!
Other highlights of the walk:
- our crow friend stopped to say hi
- yellow and purple crocuses emerging
- a swimmer
A bit of a buddy theme today:
I went for a walk with my buddies,
Birds flew with their buddies,
Dogs played with their buddies,
And I got to meet an actual Buddy!
Buddy is a 13(ish)-year-old poodley mix of cuteness who's currently in care of the Victoria Humane Society (VHS) and is being fostered at Tica's house.
If you look closely at Buddy though you'll wondering what's up with his eyes.
Well... after a visit to the veterinary eye doc the other day it turns out he's blind in both eyes. They suspect he may have been blind in one eye before, but the other one is definitely messed up because l'il Buddy was found OUTSIDE... in Manitoba... in -46 degree weather... in the snow... with a super fluffy matted coat... and his eyes were FROZEN.
Through VHS's network, Buddy made the trip to the west coast where he's now in a foster home and enjoying the warmth -- good thing as he got a hair cut too.
He's a confident little guy and his lack of vision did not slow him down. He loves treats and chin and neck scritches and he has great stamina.
He also has a very active sniffer so he sniffed and sniffed and sniffed... and left his mark on all the places he felt necessary.
Because of the freezing of his eyeballs he's got a ruptured corneal ulcer so he's getting all whole host of eye drops, and he may still have to get one or both of his eyes removed. But I get the feeling that won't stop him. He's a confident little guy and seems to be up for adventure. Just don't leave him alone. He doesn't like being left alone. At all.
Understandable considering he's had a whole lot of change in his world.
Buddy also has a cute little snaggle tooth but he's in desperate need of a dental, so not sure if he'll get to keep it.
Once he's had his medical taken care of he'll be ready for adoption so if you're interested watch the Victoria Humane Society facebook page!
Other highlights of the walk:
- our crow friend stopped to say hi
- yellow and purple crocuses emerging
- a swimmer
march 10, 2023
volume vi
one photo
Buddy.
This is it. The only subject of today's walk.
Why?
It was cold and rainy and I opted to only take my phone camera.
But Buddy hopped up on this bench as we walked by. No prompting, no ask on either side.
It was the place he had to be at that moment, clearly.
He's such a funny, sweet little dude who'll be adoptable through the Victoria Humane Society once he gets his medical stuff taken care of.
xo
This is it. The only subject of today's walk.
Why?
It was cold and rainy and I opted to only take my phone camera.
But Buddy hopped up on this bench as we walked by. No prompting, no ask on either side.
It was the place he had to be at that moment, clearly.
He's such a funny, sweet little dude who'll be adoptable through the Victoria Humane Society once he gets his medical stuff taken care of.
xo
march 17, 2023
volume vii
I arrived a bit later than S + T and they were out walking the breakwater so I wandered to the end of the dock to get some photos of them with a cute little bufflehead in the foreground as we've turned into full on bird nerds (or bird enthusiasts) in our aged years. I thought I was being stealthy for this photo op, but Tica, she sensed the disturbance in the force and knew I was around, somewhere.
I walked back to land, along the path and rounded the corner and Tica came a-running. I recently noticed that she often does a little tongue out as she runs and this time I caught it on camera. One of the cutest little things.
The sun was out though it was chilly. It still didn't stop us from taking a moment to just stop and face the sun and feel some warmth on our faces while Tica felt felt the breeze in her ears.
Spring is on its way.
I walked back to land, along the path and rounded the corner and Tica came a-running. I recently noticed that she often does a little tongue out as she runs and this time I caught it on camera. One of the cutest little things.
The sun was out though it was chilly. It still didn't stop us from taking a moment to just stop and face the sun and feel some warmth on our faces while Tica felt felt the breeze in her ears.
Spring is on its way.
march 25, 2023
volume viii
the tide was low so the heron searches for food at the dock
a gull waits in the wings, pretending not to watch the hunt
those two rocks, have they always been there?
the daffodils are showing their faces to the sun, which isn't showing itself today
and a gull glides on the wind over our heads
I follow it's path with my camera, arching my neck back
click, click, click, click
tica poses, thinks a rock is food and runs to her heart's content
the tall ship in contrast to the cargo ships in the distance
the peanut shell
the merganser rests on a log while gulls watch
the merganser leaves and more gulls arrive
there's more going on here than we humans can figure out
the sand pile that's growing with the help of sticks and stones
a gull waits in the wings, pretending not to watch the hunt
those two rocks, have they always been there?
the daffodils are showing their faces to the sun, which isn't showing itself today
and a gull glides on the wind over our heads
I follow it's path with my camera, arching my neck back
click, click, click, click
tica poses, thinks a rock is food and runs to her heart's content
the tall ship in contrast to the cargo ships in the distance
the peanut shell
the merganser rests on a log while gulls watch
the merganser leaves and more gulls arrive
there's more going on here than we humans can figure out
the sand pile that's growing with the help of sticks and stones
march 31, 2023
volume ix
two crows seemed to want friendship today
one big, one little
they followed us around
while we gazed out to the ocean
stopped to say hello to George
one showed off its meal of a poor crab
good job crow
then we continued on
one stood on the fence while the soft rain landed on its feathers
we walked
all the while being watched by big black eyes
then I make a 'click click' sound
and they came closer
hoovering up the crumbs of dog treats
modelling, questioning, scavenging
foot stomping
being crows
and being a bit human too.
one big, one little
they followed us around
while we gazed out to the ocean
stopped to say hello to George
one showed off its meal of a poor crab
good job crow
then we continued on
one stood on the fence while the soft rain landed on its feathers
we walked
all the while being watched by big black eyes
then I make a 'click click' sound
and they came closer
hoovering up the crumbs of dog treats
modelling, questioning, scavenging
foot stomping
being crows
and being a bit human too.
april 2, 2023
volume ix.5
a sunday walk with some epic skies, two dogs and a little wooden toy
april 7, 2023
volume x
low tide
i questioned how many photos of this visit I should share here
there are close to 200 because i was capturing birds feeding, in flight, grooming and diving and wanted to share the sense of wonder i had watching them
but in the end, I've whittled the images down... for now
though I hope that sense of wonder and curiosity remains
low tide is a fascinating time
there are close to 200 because i was capturing birds feeding, in flight, grooming and diving and wanted to share the sense of wonder i had watching them
but in the end, I've whittled the images down... for now
though I hope that sense of wonder and curiosity remains
low tide is a fascinating time
april 14, 2023
volume xi
bob and mabel popped in to say hello today as we wandered along the beach
we also got say hello to our little bird rock, a dog friend, and Sydney, the sea dog
then Tica sniffed out some vertabrae
we also got say hello to our little bird rock, a dog friend, and Sydney, the sea dog
then Tica sniffed out some vertabrae
april 21, 2023
volume xii
it was cold today
and it's nesting season
bob flew in to say hello
but didn't stay long as he had work to do
the camas are in bloom
and it's nesting season
bob flew in to say hello
but didn't stay long as he had work to do
the camas are in bloom
april 29, 2023
volume xiii
this week we met on a saturday
and though spring has arrived
today felt more like summer
we could see the cruise ship docked in james bay
and people walking on the breakwater
bob and mabel stopped by to say hello
we found a frog and a pair of shorts
crystal clear ocean
and a good day for a climb
and though spring has arrived
today felt more like summer
we could see the cruise ship docked in james bay
and people walking on the breakwater
bob and mabel stopped by to say hello
we found a frog and a pair of shorts
crystal clear ocean
and a good day for a climb
