I guess there’s going to be a bike lane through here soon.
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.
Looking west from the Main Street overpass leading to Crab Park gives a sense of what the city looked like a hundred or so years ago. The newer buildings behind are a strange contrast.
The beauty of Strathcona.
Some very creatively placed tagging on a hidden section of the contentious Point Grey foreshore.
I find the “The future lives here” banners hanging above these decrepit businesses in the Whalley area of Surrey to be kind of rude, actually.
Alleyways at sunset have a certain poetry about them. In Kitsilano, south of Broadway.