3 short hours ago, I was going to bed after staying up very late into the night at Waves on Richards, working on new features for the blog. But there was a forecast of fog banks for this morning and I set the alarm for 6:30 am. Now that I am comfortably sitting on the bus headed downtown I could probably drift back to a much needed sleep.
It seems the fog hasn’t happened after all, at least not in the area. It’ll be a gorgeous day, though, and the camera is itching to come out of the bag. Film crews are setting up here and there, they probably haven’t slept more than me.
I’ll stop at the tower to take a panorama of the city and tickle the morning crew. Then I might hop on the Seabus, cross the Burrard Inlet and head up to Grouse Mountain. Or l might catch a bus southbound and get lost in Whiterock. There will be water near or far. There’s also coffee in my not so distant future, and probably some more later.
I’ve got the whole day ahead of me. I’ve got all life to get there. I’ll take the long way home.






















« This is happiness frozen in time. Love the spirit of this post. I can smell both the early morning and the coffee.
Date of comment: 2006-09-28 13:12 •(But how the hell you operate on less than 3 hours of sleep is beyond me. Perhaps you’re not my brother after all. Perhaps you were adopted.) »
« LOL. How I operate on 3 hours of sleep? IFR. (Instrument Flight Rules). Stick your arms in front of you and feel your way around.
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Date of comment: 2006-09-28 15:15 •And if I was adopted, it was from the same aquarium you were...
« Time to set the clock straight.
Date of comment: 2006-09-28 19:37 •Things have to be done, one day or another :
You were both adopted,
and you don’t come from an ordinary aquarium but from the Marineland just over Antibes.
Now you know. »