A Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

Bouillabaisse at Cassis - Take Two
May 25, 2008
A nice table by a large, freshly washed window has me staring distractedly at the street. Nine and a half small flowers are towering in a tiny vase in one corner of my little temporary empire, while on the other side the menu and wine list have been left untouched. I know what I wish for in the former and will not be needing the latter. Repetitive music is hissing out of bad ceiling speakers, trying hard to be funky jazz but merely reaching the disgraceful mark of elevat...
The South Africa Photo Galleries are up!
It's been quite a while and they were getting dusty, but the best 90 South Africa pictures have made it into their own photo galleries. Nostalgic, eerie, beautiful, they will remain what they instantly became as the shutter was pressed: icons, timestamps, history been written and frozen in time. The two galleries are available from the main Photography menu above but to be sure you'll visit, I'll even include the links here: South Africa Part 1 - South Africa Part 2 Do...
And magic followed
May 20, 2008
Heading north has always been the path to mystery, to silent eerie forests and shadow-filled canyons, to myths and legends beyond comprehension and to the cold bite of unforgiving winds or the penetrating humidity of endless fogs. As much as the South echoes in my mind of warm seas and aimless pursuits, the North is made of exploration and danger, and magic, and sorcery.So when I headed across the Burrard Inlet last week-end in my quest for a few stamps, it was with the ...
Of genius and its consequences
May 17, 2008
Recently surfing the web on the StumbleUpon waves, I came upon an old photograph. "Oh, I said to myself, an old photograph." The photo was just your typical black and white old shot, early 1900's, with a bunch of guys in suits and ties, posing for some photographer. Big deal. And I was about to ride away when my eye caught a familiar face. So I looked closer and started scanning the scene. Wow, another known face! Let's see how many I recognize. Grumpf. Only two. Then I lo...
Internal Debate
May 16, 2008
This is funny if you are just a touch geeky, so I'm actually reprinting it all integrally. Sorry, the source had rather questionable taste, so I won't quote it. Mea culpa, but hey... It was found on StumbleUpon, though.Computer: Monitor, display this document, ok?Monitor: No prob, boss.Computer: OK, now it looks like Mouse is moving around so, Monitor, will you move the pointer icon accordingly?Monitor: Anything you ask, boss.Computer: Great, great. OK, Mouse, where are ...
Culinarily thinking
May 14, 2008
Or better said, thinking with my stomach. Since it seems to be politically correct to do so, here are two of my recent crushes. First, there's the mighty So.Cial sandwich, 2 minutes from work. You pick: a quarter of a sandwich for $6 or a full one for $12. You get a bag of free homemade chips to help you wait for your turn to call out your choice of ingredients. "For here or to go?", you will be asked. If it's to go, be ready drag it back out. Theirs are the bi...
What I Got Today
Like many yesterdays, today was high in stress, exclamation points, shocking surprises - mostly bad, very serious setbacks, crises (that's a plural, mind you), dull rain, bad communication, ridiculous misunderstandings, obnoxious people, water leaks, wasted food, moody crews, scheduling problems, 12 1/2 hours at work, doubts, distance and loneliness. But, erasing all this, topping it, nullifying it, I got not one, but many lovely smileys, zeros and ones of digital love....
Interrogation
When the bus driver jabbers that he will have to stop at the Police Control, I immediately smell trouble. No stops have been planned and he should know that we have all the necessary authorizations. What is worse, I do not remember noticing any kind of control booth on our way to town. He pulls over in a dark empty street, far away from the Saigon airport and even further still from the harbor, and I no longer have to smell it: trouble is here. The French passengers I a...
24 hours
May 7, 2008
A few days ago, after working an entire night up in the Vancouver skies, I walked home around 4:00 am, following the madness south on Granville Street as clubbers were pouring out into the chilly morning air. Then I sliced my way through a quiet West End and got home just on time to realize I was still in great shape and the day was dawning. I jumped into a pair of jeans and onto the bike and scrambled to Coal Harbour's section of the Seawall with Abe and the Martian. A ...