mist.

I guess there’s going to be a bike lane through here soon.

cambie.

In the fog the underside of the Cambie Street Bridge looked like a gothic fortress.

lair.

In case anyone’s having West Coast mild-weather envy, let it be known that at this moment the entire city is draped with these lovely little fatties whose main intentions seem to be getting in the faces of hapless pedestrians.

crows circling.

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.