In winter of 1984, I returned from my first summer hydrographic surveying in the Gulf of Mexico and Alaska. I’d welcomed the real seasonal weather back home in Powell River. A few days home over Christmas and the snow had fallen overnight. I grabbed my recently acquired Nikon F3 HP camera and went out around town. The old floating boathouses just west of the bridge at Powell River, one of the shortest rivers around. I’d not really explored this area before. Apparently, many of these boathouses are still there, 31 years later.