This is another photo from the 3 hour tour of a photo walk from Saturday. I’m not sure why I like this photo. There’s garbage in it! I think it’s just the colours – red & green. You don’t see that too often in a dreary old alley way. For some reason, I also like the barbed wire. WEIRD. I like how it looks. I don’t want to decorate our house with it or anything. I just like it. I don’t understand that at all.
ANYWAY, I had the nicest surprise for dinner tonight. I stayed downtown to meet some friends. Mike had the day off and took some photos in Steveston AND picked up some delicious meat at place called, The Hog Shack. That was the tastiest meat I’ve ever eaten. I had some pulled pork with a little sauce. I’m not much for any kind of sauce on meat – BBQ sauce? Blech. Teriyaki sauce? GROSS. Just plain old meat with some salt, pepper and spices? Yes!
I am going to be dreaming about that dinner tonight.
Other things I’ll be dreaming about? Being the instagram photographer at the Oscars. Instead, look at these beautiful portraits by Mark Selinger of well dressed famous people. The portraits are awesome.
Yesterday afternoon before the Maria Bamford show, Mike and I wandered around Granville Street and the surrounding areas. After following the drum beats to Holt Renfrew to see the Lion Dancers, we headed a couple of blocks over the Vancouver Art Gallery and found about a billion little sheep covering the grassy area of the VAG (Heh. I know. That’s what the locals call it. VAG. Heh.). Okay, maybe not a billion, but more than 10! I’m good with numbers!
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Whoa. I guess this is seriously spring. Unless we experience a severe cold snap, I think spring has sprung for us on the West Coast. First, magnolia blossoms, and some of them are nearly open, way past the bud stage.
And…the cherry blossoms aren’t quite as close to opening, but they are getting ready.
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A long, long time ago, back in the 1900s, I lived in a blustery, wintery city in Alberta. And one time in February, I hopped on a plane to visit my aunt & uncle in White Rock. They took me to Granville Island and I could not believe the flowers that were in bloom in February. Just a few hours earlier I was in the freezing prairies. I bought a container of tulips – still planted in dirt – and I was able to take it on the plane back to Calgary as a carry on. THAT’S how long ago that was. Can you imagine anyone bringing dirt and live tulips on a plane now? Probably not going to happen.
I often think back to that visit and am quite appreciative that I’m on this side of the Rockies. Especially when I find a bunch of teeny daffodils in the middle of January. I know they’re forced open, but still, little daffodils! In the dead of winter! In the city! And at night, no less.
I still haven’t quite gotten out during daylight hours too much – except to buy a Flat White at Starbucks. Today was the first day of the portfolio show for work, so I was on a mission all day. After I put the last poster up for the night and walked out on to Hastings Street, I noticed these little guys in the planter.
I love these little flowers.
They make me feel optimistic.
Must be a pre-spring feeling.