the Swallowed Anchor .. HDR
The tiny, white stucco-clad home overlooking West Bay is a landlubbing homage to Davey Jones’ locker.
Anchors litter the yard. A small cannon guards the pathway. A metal seahorse graces an exterior wall, as does a ship’s wheel. A stork nests in the rear chimney. Two characters keep watch from a crow’s nest. The front yard is shared by a mermaid, a frolicking pair of Dall’s porpoises, and a Trident-wielding King Neptune.
Atop the house, a peg-legged pirate in a red jacket scans the horizon through a spyglass, a cutlass on his hip and a parrot on his elbow.
The adjacent garage looks like a pirate’s treasure chest.
The small home at 464 Head St. in Esquimalt is known as the Swallowed Anchor, a name chosen by the man who spent his final quarter-century indulging his passion for the sea. The result, still standing almost a decade after his own death, is a folk-art masterpiece.
Texture with thanks to Skeletal Mess