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Jun
4
Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2007...
More random glimpses of Vancouver, snapshot style.
Walking along the train tracks on Commissioner Street, inside the Port of Vancouver area, I came upon silos that stood above me like merciful giants absorbed in their own endeavors.
I stopped in a back alley, amused by the color similarity between the parking sign and the Smart car, and by the fact that the first was actually bigger than the latter. Then, just as I was pressing the shutter, this guy came out of nowhere, repelling down his window washing rope and unknowingly linking the sign to the small car.
The heron on Lost Lagoon caught me by surprise, flying off before I could setup the shot. I whipped the camera around and snapped a picture through the trees. The shot is slightly blurry but I love the reflection.
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Apr
17
Hasn’t it been said that sleeping is dying a little?
Well I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve been spending my last few nights up and about, then. Between the late evening walks through the downtown streets watching the city interact with its people, the middle-of-the-night trips to the Main St. coffee shop that last hours as I’m wildly fencing at some ridiculous programming issue like trying to install a character map plugin to Serendipity’s HTMLArea editor or adjusting an obscure aspect of the blog’s template, and the early morning runs in which energy is borrowed not from my own depleted resources but from those of a dawning day, it seems I don’t do much sleeping at all…
So this morning I’m happily enjoying a hybrid latté I fixed myself at work - even though I’m off today - looking down at the quiet city on this Easter Monday.
The weather is unsettled; multilayered clouds cast strange silhouettes in the tormented sky and the air is still chilly. It will warm up though, and where I’m going I won’t need that much sunshine.
If I’m killing time up here it’s just because I’m waiting for the... tide to come down. Destination: the White Rock beaches, which I would like to hit at low tide. With close to four meters of variation, the local tides have a huge impact on flat sandy shorelines and I’m hoping for a tidal pool heaven.
So Eva gives me a fantastic looking bowl of her homemade spicy-sweet salad, which I decide to pack up for a later pick nick. White Rock, here I come.
[To be continued...]
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