If my legs accept to carry me across the grass and into the street, I’m going to buy myself an ice cream. I’m dripping in a mixture of sweat and water from sticking my head under the park’s public shower, but I’m sure they’ve seen it all before and I want that ice cream. I’ve…Details
10:15 on (another) Tuesday night After staring at the city through my giant windows for a long, long time, I’ve come to the conclusion that modern society thrives on individual unhappiness, which is the opposite of… happiness, yes. And by happiness, I mean a broader condition than just smiley-happy, of course. I mean balance, fulfillment,…Details
Each year, with the coming of summer, a strange socio-geographical phenomenon occurs in Richmond: the human tide of the Night Market. For nearly five months, every Friday, Saturday and Sunday, a flow of up to 18,000 visitors a night invades the 400,000 sq. ft area where 400 kiosks await them, offering everything from delicious Asian…Details
Location: Stanley Park Seawall. Background: Lions Gate Bridge. Foreground: grey heron and a rock. Meaning of life that evening: still 42.
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…Details
Darkness is nothing but a chance for light to prevail. The darker it gets, the prettier light becomes, the friendlier it is to the eyes, and the warmer to the heart. Nighttime in the city is a clashing of neons and mercury lights and flashing signs; a succession of tiny universes in which mini-stars shine…Details