At the famous Kits Beach, finally freed of its summer population of cruising douchebags.
Every night at the exact same time, all the crows in Vancouver inexplicably fly en masse to a single spot in Burnaby, where they hang out for the night and then scatter all over in the morning again.
At Kits Point, we watched these ones preparing to take off for awhile; they kept making false starts, circling these trees then resettling. Then suddenly, they just flew off.
Some very creatively placed tagging on a hidden section of the contentious Point Grey foreshore.
Alleyways at sunset have a certain poetry about them. In Kitsilano, south of Broadway.