Spring came in through the back door this year, silently and without glamour. I never went on long flower shoot excursions and Abe was content taking these pictures a few streets from home. Still, ...

For the last seven years, a Vancouverite by the name of Kent Avery has been balancing stones on English Bay. Thousands - if not millions - of people have photographed his amazing and delicate wor...

It was a terribly sad day but sadness must subside. Here are the pictures taken before bad news. I had rented a small boat from Sewell's Marina in Horseshoe Bay and gone for a quick hour-long rid...

Every year, towards the end of Spring, they sail back to Vancouver like a school of gigantic migrating steel monsters responding to some secret calling. They will come and go all summer, pouring ...

A couple of days ago, sick as a dog but unable to rest, I made the ridiculous decision to bike (because I didn't have the energy to walk that far) over to Stanley Park and re-shoot the Nine O'clo...

Result of some chronic wandering, here are a few of the street scenes that have made me reach for the camera recently... My favourite is the colorful mailbox wall, located on Granville Island at ...

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 cl...

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 g...

Location: Stanley Park Seawall. Background: Lions Gate Bridge. Foreground: grey heron and a rock. Meaning of life that evening: still 42.

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 ...