Lights

It's been a while.

Harrison BC

In an odd sideways moment (who plans to go to Harrison BC when you live in Vancouver?) I ended up looking across this lake on a stormy Friday afternoon. The lake was oddly green, the sky heavy, but the weather was oddly muted.

Two hours later the wind had churned the lake into a black oily mess, scattered the clouds, and let the sun cut through the gaps left by mountains.

figs

Hanging out with Sophie.

There she is. We're hanging out.

Places to call home.

Red

...and blue.

Infatuations...

Like a painting. But a photograph. And an element of timelessness to it. I should print it out and mount it to a plank of pine with burnt edges and bury it in shellac. Or something.