This post is inspired by Jean. I enjoyed her unabashed pleasure in the Christmas season. I have no great traumas or terrible memories of Christmases past, but rather shamefully admit I don't share her enthusiasm. I think it may have been a feeling of having to fake joy as a child, in order to please the adults around me who were doing their utmost to make it a special time. I suspect I was just a bit of a strange kid:) Anyhow, although a part of my heart sinks each year, as I see the decorations and lights going up, there is another part of me that loves the color and warmth, so with Jean in mind, I took these pictures last night of the huge tree display on Beach Avenue (I think there are six trees in total). The first time I saw it, several years ago, I was awe-struck. Last night, I got off my bike, and stood under it for some of these photos. This blog has inspired some strange behavior, but overall, I think it has given me an awakened sense of Vancouver's treasures.Just this one without the flash.
..and from as close as I could figure out to be the center.