Today we spent the afternoon diving down and ripping out water lily roots from the muddy lake bottom, because even though the lilies are beautiful, they’re an introduced species and they’re slowly filling the lake. It’s creepy work – the tendrils grab you as you come up for air in a way that seems intentional – but afterwards there’s wine. You actually need the wine after fumbling around with the pale roots in the murky, existential depths. The photos are of my favourite handmade house, situated on a warm Vancouver Island lake, August 2009.
