As much as the creek can sparkle with color in summertime, it is turned by the snow into an almost surreal monochrome world. So I’m sitting at Waves with my coffee, trying to figure out what’s wrong with the shot I originally liked most, and along comes Nicky. She glances at the picture opened in…Details
There was this very little dog that played with a basketball as big as he was in a large snowfield. He would push the ball around with his forehead at a tremendous speed, sliding and slipping on the snow but gathering great momentum nonetheless. Eventually, the ball would collect wet snow and its new irregular…Details
It was the evening of Nov. 27th. A rare outflow of Arctic air from the continent had collided with incoming Pacific storms, unleashing winter’s full strength and bringing cold temperatures and heavy snow to the Greater Vancouver area. Earlier that day, I’d left the struggling valley behind and gone to my favorite spot on the…Details
A year ago exactly, I arrived in Vancouver. I had minimal luggage, big hopes, bigger dreams and even bigger worries. Turns out some of the worries were justified, others weren’t. And here I am. Almost a Vancouverite, still homeless in my heart which is a drag because home is where the heart is. And by…Details
Well maybe not the house, but the street. Here’s more snow madness; the little bit of a hill (15th Avenue) made all the difference and there’s much more snow on the groud then downtown, even though not nearly as much as in North Van which looked just like Saint Sauveur, QC in the dead of…Details
As promised, more pictures from the VanDusen Gardens. Still to come, the streets at night, Lynn Canyon and Grouse Mountain at sunset.