25-12-14

It's not the ocean. People rave about the ocean in Vancouver. It's the Strait of Georgia. No, it's not the Georgia Straight. That was a weekly entertainment newspaper. You can't see the ocean from Vancouver. It's always been a pet peeve of mine. 

I like looking at the horizon. You go into the mountains and you can only see so far unless you truly summit a peak of substantial height. In Ontario you could see the horizon across Lake Huron or Lake Ontario. It's hard to see the horizon from Vancouver. On a clear day, from Iona Spit, you can see Galiano Island. On a day like today the clouds give the illusion of being able to see the horizon. Close enough. The spit is seen across half the horizon. It's not lost on me that the purpose of this concrete jutty is to carry human shit out to a point where it won't wash back on shore. Still, it was peaceful out there today. And I'm glad I took to time to get there for a bit this afternoon. Therapy, the cheapest kind, can be found when there's nothing between you and the horizon, or close enough in this case. 

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 I imagine this photo as the cover of a collection of short stories called "Confessions of an Addict." 

One light on in a window. One might think this a late night photograph capturing insomnia. It was taken at 5pm. The days are short. 

19 more days and I'll have a perfect year of 365 photographs. Maybe I should skip a day. No one is perfect, after all. 

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25-12-7

 I didn't call. If you call, let me know how it went.

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25-12-5

 Canucks vs Mammoth. Mammoth won, 4-1. Canucks could use some help this season.

25-12-4

 I can still taste the pulled pork sandwich these guys used to make. Long gone. Never coming back. 

25-12-3

 Rainy season is in full force.

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