Sometimes, the beauty around me leaves a lump in my throat. I'm not sure if keeping this blog has made me hyper-sensitive, but I could have stood for hours at some of these scenes. Bill was very patient about the stand still time, but Black Jack less so. Looking at the pictures is in one sense even better, since there is no traffic noise in the background to remind me we are still in the city. Of the cities I've known (not all that many), though, Vancouver is the greenest and ten years here have not lessened my appreciation for that.
Looking down Hemlock from 7th, on the way home.
Almost home. Looking from the top of Point Grey Hill