Went to Burnaby Lake. The very colourful ducks are male wood ducks.
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Photos from Lynn Canyon. Photos are just resized, I didn’t feel like doing post-processing.
Gallery may be wonky in Firefox. I’m not quite sure if it’s a stream or river but stream sounds good with forest. (It’s too big to be a creek.) See the rest of the post →
It went quickly. It’s now late May and the foliage looks full, leafy and summery. It’s amazing to think that by six months, all will be bare again. But for a few weeks…
Reminders of autumn, with the falling petals
Reminders of winter, with the still bare trees.
Reminders of spring, with the blossoms and tiny young leaves.
Reminders of summer, with some trees beginning to fill out in full leaf.
It lasted just for a few weeks when suddenly everything was full and green. Like summer.
But for about two weeks in April, it was like this: See the rest of the post →
I was born in the city. I grew up in the city. I live in the city. Not just any city – Canada’s third largest city. But I’ve never really liked the city. Sure, its a fun place to visit perhaps. It’s fun to meander into through sidewalks, alleyways, buildings and the seawall of course. But I don’t feel that it’s me, that it’s my space.
My spirit bounces uncomfortably off the buildings, walls. It’s trapped in tiny spaces full of strangers. I hate small places. I hate strangers. The scents of asphalt, gasoline, exhaust and garbage faintly linger in See the rest of the post →
The world is imploding
collapsing, falling on itself
the weight too heavy to bear
Fairness falls into greed
its spectre of wealth
all too alluring
Harmony tumbles into destruction
destroying the planet, societies
Love trips into hate
cupid arrows transform to gunshots –
missiles, bombs for reasons no one could remember
Understanding blurs into ignorance
from what other people have said
even though its only speculation
We dream of the stars, distinct galaxies
as if it could save the rainforests, oceans,
disappearing species all over the globe
as if it could stop the violence, greed
and corruption that See the rest of the post →
*because titles are much better as an allusion to a classic story that you have never actually read…or watched for that matter.
I know some people don’t like the wind. They complain how cold it is, how it makes a mess and how chilling it is again. Okay, fine that makes sense, in the fall and winter. I’m not too fond of chilling winds either, the ones that walk through you as if they were winter ghosts.
But I love the wind that blows on a mild day. I don’t know why people don’t like the wind in spring or See the rest of the post →