This is always the worst time of year for me, photography-wise. The weather’s mostly rainy or overcast so the light is worse, days are shorter and shorter so here’s less time for outings, and it just feels harder to get inspired. But I walk on, looking for ducks and cool atmospheric cityscapes instead of birbs.
When going long distances is harder, I can circle inward. There are a few nearby spots I visit regularly, like those bushes near the ferry dock, and that Burrard Bridge view—which doesn’t feel stifling like it used to. It’s nice to know that after almost five years of daily photos the habit is so ingrained that even miserable November weather can’t stop me now.
