On a dull, bleak winter day, West Vancouver’s Lighthouse Park is quiet and the trails leading to Point Atkinson are almost empty. Once standing on the rocks by the ocean, at the very edge of the park, the city is forgotten as the entrance to Howe Sound reveals itself, dotted with islands and lined with snow-capped mountains. It’s a world that seems to belong to the eagles circling overhead.
Shades of grey
March 7, 2007
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