Here are some of the ways my world has turned over the past week.
I saw these two leaves forming a perfect heart in David Lam Park. They seem the perfect way to send a whole lot of love to a little girl I haven't met. Her name is Lilee-Jean and..
this is Andrew, her father. I came across him busking at Granville Island. His voice was so compelling, his melodies so beautiful, and his style so "reach-out-and-grab-you" meaningful, I stopped in my tracks to listen to him. I asked him if he had a CD, and he answered something along the lines of, "No. That's why I'm busking. I'm hoping to make enough to record in a studio."
On Saturday, Black Jack and I came across this brood of Mallards on False Creek, just a minute or two from my apartment. They were so very perfectly arranged.
This is Mama. She was backed up in front of them, trying her best to make sure no intruder could get by.
A second or two later, and the ducklings were no longer so perfectly arranged.
A dog was playing nearby (not Black Jack) and Mama decided to lead her family away. Two other ducklings appeared. I guess they had been hiding. The whole family headed for safer territory.
I love the colours in this, and when I look at it, Lilee-Jean comes to mind again. Just a bright, beautiful spirit bringing happiness wherever she goes. We saw it the other evening when Bill, Black Jack and I went to Sunset Bay and watched.. you guessed it.. the sun set.
Bill and Black Jack were comfortably seated, and bathed in pre-sunset light.
I wonder what Bill was thinking.
Our last bird sighting before going home was this Cedar Waxwing (a young one, I think). Wonderful outing. Very happy day. Thanks, Bill!