Fire and water: days 286 — 290

Why is it that both my voting selfies this year were take in the rain? I like this one better, though. There’s no dedicated selfie wall complete with hashtag, but I’m actually smiling and I’ve lost a little bit of weight since May. So that’s nice.

It’s been a interesting five days, weather-wise, alternating sunny and rainy. And half of those sunny days were only sunny in the afternoon, mornings being cold and rainy and yucky. Vancouver in the Fall, man.

But Vancouver in the Fall still means foliage burning gold and red. Like Here, corner of Pacific and Burrard. I was on my way home from work, and saw how the sun was dipping down, so I took a slight detour to see what I could see.

Sunday the 15th, I hung around for a bit outside Jericho Community Centre before and after volleyball, hoping to get some nice shots. And I did! Good thing too, because the weather turned bad again in the evening. I’d hoped to get some cool evening light, but the sky was already overcast. Oh well.

Monday: rain rain rain. I was a bit desperate for some good photo opportunities, but I spied the intersection of… Granville & Dunsmuir, I think? Pretty good. Enough light for my camera to work with.

Tuesday: back to sunshine (after a dank morning), walking around Canada Place. A massive cruise ship was parked there, and I took a couple photos of it… but of course the daily pic had to be a fall foliage one, and here we are.

To live in this place: days 281 — 285

There’s no such thing as “red”. Or at least, no one thing. I forget, then relearn it every year around this time. Green shading into orange shading into red shading into brown—and all in the same leaf or leaf cluster. It’s beautiful, and rarer here than back east since more plants keep their leaves over the winter. I’ll take what I can get.

Thanksgiving Monday I went on a little hike with a friend in Cypress Provincial Park. It was quite lovely, with a million shades of green and red and every colour in between. I saw the previous day’s rain beading on leaves, and ate some wild blueberries. They were small, and very tart, not like store-bought ones.

Not a whole lot of view where we were, but at one point we could see clear to the mountains of Vancouver Idland—half hidden by clouds.

On the way down, we stopped at a lookout with a terrific view of Stanley Park and Vancouver. And you know what? I am thankful to live in this city. Gawd knows it’s far from perfect—but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I chose to move here years because I felt I had to start over in a new city. I did, though it took a while. And for a long time I believed I couldn’t have made that fresh start anywhere but Vancouver. That’s wrong: I could have done it anywhere—better, maybe? That doesn’t matter. I made my choice, and I’m still making it every day. I could be anywhere. But I choose to be here.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Pulling in long hours (and mostly enjoying it, though it’s of course somewhat stressful) so I leave when it’s already pretty dark. Hence:

An upward shot taken at Georgia and Howe coming out of Pacific Centre. I’m not very happy with this one, since I was kind of running out of ideas and just photographing stuff left and right and up and down. This was the only shot that day that spoke to me even a little. Ehh. Can’t all he winners.

A SeaBus coming into Waterfront, with those big-ass harbour cranes in the background. My brain kept coming up with the word “transit”—transit of Venus, transit of the ISS—as though those cranes were the sun or something. Well, they’re certainly big enough.

My brain also kept reminiscing about all the times I’ve taken the SeaBus. In the early days of working at TEI I preferred it to the bus: not faster but less crowded, I was guaranteed a seat, and I definitely had a nicer view. Maybe I could do it again, just for kicks? But that probably wouldn’t be much fun; nostalgia doesn’t give me much of a kick.

Hudson’s Bay, at Georgia and Grandville. Another one close to work. Another one that wasn’t so inspired. Hm. What to do? I need to be more proactive. Wandering around at night in the downtown core isn’t cutting it.

But then, haven’t we already established, in my ramblings about choice and Thanksgiving, that I could do this stuff anywhere? Maybe (again) I just need to look at it differently.

Days of twilight: days 276 — 280

Tuesday I decided to walk home along the Coal Harbour seawall again. It was quite a bit later, and the sun was seriously going down. Unbeknownst to me until I turned around, the near-full Moon was coming up at the same time, shining peacefully over the Convention Centre. Bonus: there was a little floating quay thingie that I could use to get a little distance from nearby buildings, thereby capturing as much natural sky as I could.

Fun fact: the default exposure seemed to result in way brighter photos than my eye was seeing, so I experimented with various exposure levels.

Less fun fact: the family had talked about doing another trip to Europe next year, this time to northern Italy—Venice and Florence and so on. Unfortunately I won’t have enough vacation days saved up. But we’re penciling in 2019 for Austria, which I’ve never visited, so that’s something to look forward to!

The last time I went to the Storm Crow quiz event, I stopped to take a photo of 4th Ave; really, though, that was only one of several I took that evening. Seen from afar, and especially at this time of day, downtown is gorgeous: the complex building-block texture, plus the water and mountains. And that night, it was neatly bisected by the horizon’s shadow. Amazing.

And I was just thinking, I could make a series of this, maybe? “Views of downtown from Granville Bridge.” Heh, five days ago wasn’t I worried about running out of material and inspiration?

Thursday, a morning photo that’s metaphorically about twilight. Because what is Fall, if not the twilight season?

Friday, a geometric perspective-y shot from the north steps of the Art Gallery. It’s overwhelmingly grey, and I experimented with different angles, taking in more of the background buildings, but I feel this works. This grey is not dull, it’s got texture. It’s got… oomph. I wasn’t that keen about this square’s redesign at first, feeling it too cold, too open, without enough green or shade or extra bits like the old fountain. But maybe it’s okay. I’m keeping an open mind.

And to cap things off, a semi-planned photo: I knew I was going to a seafood place for a friend’s birthday dinner Saturday, and I wanted to shoot something on the table. Unfortunately, for most of the meal I was distracted by actual delicious (and not very photogenic) food, but when a whole crab was deposited on the table, I grabbed my chance. Mind you, I could have held out for the lobster.