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Yesterday while driving to work mother nature decided to put on a bit of a show. Coming over from the North Shore was an almost angelic experience. The city was quite blanketed in a thick layer of fog. The park had a hint of mystery to it. Once on Georgia, this unreal gleam of the rising sun was shooting down upon the commuters. Luckily I had my new Canon. I pulled over, walked out into traffic, only getting three or four honks from my loving fellow road partners. I then proceeded to turn up Cardero onto Alberni where the effect was more deprived of commercial signs and things to generally take away from the image. So, there I go pulling over again, and out into traffic. Which on Alberni was nothing. After snapping that one, my camera batteries died. What amazing fucking luck. I don't remember when a little moment of perfection like that went in my favour. Well, not too recently anyway.





I have a few more things to add to my post from the 26th...but I'll save it for now as I have to spend some quality time with my dishes.