So here it is Monday morning, and I find myself all wrapped up reading about the French Revolution and the involvement of the Ottoman Empire in said engagement, and how both of these things relate to the poem/prose story that I’ve been relating over the last few days. Realizing that the research I am doing is definitely involved enough at this point that there is just no way I’m going to get the next instalment of the poem out tonight, I decided that an interlude was in order.
Now the weather today, as it was yesterday, is rather dismal around here, so there just isn’t much sense in taking my camera out and hoping to get any decent shots. However, a few days ago the weather was absolutely beautiful, crystal-clear and very calm. And as it turns out, on that day I did get a great deal of photography time in, so I thought that I would share the results of that with you. Thus, while you have a chance to take a look at some Vancouver weather at its finest, I can get back to the business of discovering just what the Ottomans had to do with the French Revolution. Of course, I am beginning to realize that Mister Bonaparte had a nasty habit of picking fights with just about anyone that crossed his path. Now if I can just remember where I put all those pictures.
(For those of you who would like a little entertainment while you’re browsing through the pictures, I’ve added a few tunes at the bottom of the gallery that you can listen to if you are of a mind to.)