I walked to Stanley Park again this past weekend on both Saturday and Sunday mornings to wander along the trails and make photographs until mid-afternoon.

When I do this I turn off my mind and orient my senses to all that surrounds me. I am filled with gratitude, reverence, wonder and calm.

A slow transition to autumn foliage on South Creek Trail

Reflections on a calm day

Harmony, balance, and rest

The peace of wild things — this perfect phrase and the title of a beloved Wendell Berry poem come to mind whenever I’m among the more than human creatures of Stanley Park.