Freaky February

Well, by now I’m pretty certain that you are all aware just how anxious I’ve been this year to see the start of Spring. Usually I’m pretty patient when it comes to the seasons and things, but this year has been different for some reason that I just can’t put my finger on. So when we finally started¬† getting some warmer, dryer weather this past month, I was quite happy, because it’s a pretty sure thing around these parts that if you can make it through to the middle of February or so, you can count the worst of it over. And on top of all that, it was a remarkably good winter to begin with, having, here by the shore at least (the inland parts always get hit harder of course), no snow at all, and if I remember correctly, not even any frost to speak of. The geraniums on my balcony stayed in bloom, and healthy, throughout the entire season. That is, until this week…when winter arrived in full force.

Now I’m not talking one day, or two. I don’t even mean a single night of unexpected frost. What I do mean is that last week we began having nice enough days, sunny and warm, but we should have known something was up, because we were also finally getting consecutive nights of frost – enough of them in a row that my geraniums are now without a single living bloom, and the plants themselves are pretty upset with me. And now, today, here in the rainforest,…well, take a look…

…now, I may not be the brightest light-bulb in the drawer, but even I’m pretty sure that that IS NOT RAIN. smiley_ideaOoh well, what can you do? There’s certainly no sense complaining, and the good thing is that it never last’s long out here. Besides, It’s not every day that I get to try and capture snowflakes in my pictures, so there’s that too. I also know that we here on the coast are not the only ones getting hit with these strange weather patterns that are becoming so common lately, and even here in BC, if you go a little further inland, or up into the mountains, this can cause, for the people in those places, problems far more serious than my dead geraniums. So I want you to know that I’m not really that concerned about a few dead flowers. I am, however, very concerned about flesh-and-blood people. So if any of you are in an area where these weather patterns are being experienced, please try and keep safe, and know that should you find yourself getting caught up in one of these messes, there are people who aside from helping out in whatever immediate and practical way they can, are also keeping you in their prayers. And with that,¬† everybody have a great week-end.

Freaky February

So I Think I’m Back

Though my service provider has yet to show up at my new digs (how’s that for a 70’s reference), as they try to assuage their guilt at having stood me up on two separate occasions now, the fine lady I talked to at “customer service” at least had the good sense (and courtesy) to switch my actual service from the old place to the new from their side, and promised I would have the first available cancellation or whatever came up, with a “guarantee” of an actual service call by April 12th, between the hours of 1-3 pm. (My original date was for the 29th of March, and then the 5th of April when they didn’t show up the first time.) As you’ve probably noticed, however, once they decided to switch the energy flow from my old address to the new, I was able to do my own wiring, and get things up and running. It’s not pretty (the cables run across the center of my living room), but it works, and that’s good enough for me at this time. The techie can worry about the artistic stuff if and when he/she ever arrives.

So as I unpack everything, I thought I should freshen up my page a bit since it’s been a while since I changed anything. I haven’t unpacked the camera equipment yet, but I thought what I would do for a few days was take a little trip down memory lane and look back at some of my favorite pictures. It’s getting pretty late into my third year since I began this page here at WordPress, and in that time, I realized I only had a couple handfuls of pictures that I was really, really happy with. So see, you don’t have to worry, I’ll run out of these old ones quickly enough, and then I’ll get back to trying to improve my techniques. And if I learn anything from the experience, then it will have been a worthwhile experiment.

So at any rate, I guess we’re starting to see some hints of Spring in the air. The Cherry and Apple Blossoms are out, as are the earlier Magnolias. And there’s a fly buzzing around my head right now doing my spell-checking for me because he knows that I just can’t tolerate “spelling bees”. All you folks try and stay dry now, have a good week, stay healthy, happy, and like always, try and be safe.

Resting in peace.
Resting In Peace
Sitting Pretty Bathing In The Sunlight
Sitting Pretty Bathing In The Sunlight

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Passing Through Downtown

Back on May 3rd I took a walk that turned into an all-day marathon. If I tried to show you all the sights I saw on that trip in one session, we would be here all day, so I’ve decided to break it up into a few smaller pieces for easier consumption. For today, I thought I would start with my passage through the Gastown and the Downtown area, and add a few of the flowers that I came across throughout the day, since most of the flowers came about at the same time, and this way we can look at a few of them during each of the sessions, letting them break up any monotony that might set in otherwise.

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An Evening Walk By The Marina

Sometimes in the evenings, when the weather is nice, I like to walk along the Seawall, in through Yaletown, down to the marina, getting some shots of my favorite buildings along the way, and then the boats in the harbor before I turn around and make my way back. It’s a completely different vibe than that which I get during the day, and it really is a totally relaxing feeling. You can actually sense the winding down of the City’s energy on the week-day evenings that I usually pick for one of these excursions, and when I’m shooting the pictures of the buildings, they almost feel abandoned. It’s not really a bad feeling or anything, but there’s almost a quiet sadness to it, like the City is wondering where all its children are hiding, and what happened to all the hustle-bustle that was going on just a couple hours before. I always want to reassure it that it will be happening again in just a few hours more.

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