Autumn beauty is irresistible

Yesterday was again an incredibly beautiful day.  Although I had pressing work to do, I finally had to give in and pull out the camera.  My justification was that the perfect Fall days will end soon, and although I know Winter will present different opportunities to enjoy the bike route, it seems I'm not quite ready to let go of Autumn treasures.

I stopped here, because I saw a woodpecker.  By the time the camera was out of my bag, the woodpecker had disappeared, but this squirrel came along to save the moment.

This scene presented itself as I turned left from Denman Street, onto West Gerogia.
There were lots of these stunning red flowers around, but this one called to me.
There were lots of geese too, so close I could have touched them.  They didn't seem to mind me or my bike at all.  I liked this one for the intensity in its travels to find munchies.
As I came onto the Lions Gate, this procession of logs caught my attention.  I've often seen the logs gathered near the shore to my left, but this was the first time I saw them en route.  Here is the front end..
the back end..
..and a view of the entire procession.
I did want to hurry home after work, but the sunset and sky were magnificent.
One view including the bridge..

One view of the sparkling trees to my right.  They seemed to catch some of the purple from the sunset.

Each time I raised my eyes from behind the camera, the drama and emotion of the view intensified.  Honestly, I didn't quite succeed in remaining dry-eyed.

It was almost dark when I took this one, and my camera complained a little, but still captured the moment.
This one of the Burrard Bridge was taken a couple of weeks ago.  I was fascinated with the lights, and found out as I googled, that they were put there to remember the comfort cold and lonely soldiers found during the war, when they were able to gather around a fire.  I am also intrigued by that middle section with the lights behind the windows.  Wouldn't that make an amazing apartment?

Last night, I stopped, turned around, and took a few looking north.

Then, home to one of Bill's good suppers, some sleep, and finally to the sadly neglected work.