But it’s sunny today. And freezing, west-coast style. It’s not quite winter (Dec 21) but it’s close enough.
The beach is near deserted. The wind, chilling, yet rejuvenating. And the sea continues to churn.
Sea foam. Sea froth. Flowing over the rocks, waving with the waves. To grow, and subside. Again and again. Polishing the rocks, little by little. Rocks to sand.
Foam wave after another, the sound of the water’s gentle roar of it’s breathing. The ocean’s blood may be cold today but it is alive. Yet today, it is gentle, subdued. Showing us only its beauty of its foam, its strength.
For some reason, these photos See the rest of the post →
Better late than never. I made this awhile ago!
I found this song one day. I’m not sure exactly how but I was scouring the internet (what else is new?) but I almost instantly related to it. It was written for Hercules (1997) but cut. Now I’m not Hercules by a long shot (I’m so wimpy!) but I instantly related to the themes of unbelonging. It’s a very positive, perhaps even empowering song for those who don’t feel that they don’t belong with the comparison to a shooting star. I’m sort of surprised it’s not a hit on WrongPlanet (I lurk but I’m not currently a member) or something.
I’m See the rest of the post →
Well, there we have it. Nearly a week into Pacific Stupid Time. Also known as UTC -8:00 or GMT -8.
Now it might be okay if Pacific Standard Time was standard. Except it’s not. After the daylight saving time change was changed a few years ago, eight months out of the twelve months we are now on daylight saving time. So what’s the point of standard time when it isn’t even standard time? There isn’t any. It’s just Pacific Stupid Time. Yeah, so you get to sleep in a hour…big whoop when you lose that hour just a few months later to daylight time.
The whole switching the time back See the rest of the post →
One day you’re floating. As if everything can come true. As if wishes were horses to canter along the clouds. To scoop you up and fly you to all that you ever wanted.
The next day you’re sinking. You feel the undertow dragging you down, lost in the dark water and caught drowning in the undertow. Wondering what it felt like to breathe. Again.
I’m not sure what I’m doing. Not sure what I’m here for. That all of my dreams are silly, that they’ll never come true. That it’s pointless to dream of my dressage pony (or other equid) near where I live, of where I cannot escape, that See the rest of the post →
Taken at Reifel Bird Sanctuary (Ladner) and Cleveland Dam (North Van).
I’m thinking of just using Flickr to host my photos since I upload them there anyway but I dunno since I’m not fond with most plugin gallery options. (Though I guess I could change them…). See the rest of the post →
It does out the mosaic photo layout doesn’t display properly in all computers. Arghh! The tiled one looks relatively ok though.
Not as maddening as my blog not loading in Chrome on WinXP or at least’ my sister’s computer… See the rest of the post →
Some pictures from a while ago.