And despite the misconception that the world around us is kind of blah and ugly this time of year - the beauty is there all year round. You just have to find it.
[don't be alarmed by the images spilling over the edge of the column - just giving larger format 'thumbnails' a try on the post page]
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my 'studio' blinds at an angle for Pixel to reach the window ledge without destroying said blinds |
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the roof of the house that my 'studio' window looks out on |
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there was a crow perched outside our 2nd floor office window the other day |
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the Starbucks' parking area early on Sunday mornings - with the added bonus of frost and fog |
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snapped right off like a match stick |
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back lit by the sun through thick fog |
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frosty tips trapped in ice |
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you can't come in and look at all the pretty back there |
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across the street from all that caged nature |
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crispy |
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drained of summer's colour against the asphalt |
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frost covered road that looks like an satellite shot of the amazon or something? |
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so serene |
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looking like a cactus |
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dripping sun warmed frost |
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foggy reflection |
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soaring overhead |
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hidden culvert |
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stairway to heaven? |
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weeping with rust |
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coral reef? |
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waiting for the sun |
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what is actually stored in these monsters? |
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giants marching into view |
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a murder of crows |
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could he be the kingpin? |
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their cyborg soldiers |
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plotting? |
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heavenly beams from above |
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the engineering brilliance of the Port Mann Bridge |
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boring shot except for that leaf caught in its decent into winter |
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almost like a painting |
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a gathering of trees at the base of the bridge |
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the Port Mann is massive with concrete of architectural quality. a piece of engineering art |
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Port Coquitlam Search & Rescue team practicing |
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the scene was eerily quiet as they zipped about in their mock emergency |
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to infinity_and beyond |
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laid to rest at the base of the bridge. there wasn't a shard around, just this bottomless brew |
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an abandoned spider web looking like a knitting project gone horribly wrong |
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blue sky and sunlight were fighting for dominance |
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could be a futuristic aliens attacking earth sci-fi set, yes? |
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safely across the river and off you go |
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where does the troll under this bridge live? |
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maneuvers over, recapping their moves |
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job well done |
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blue beginning to seep into the sky |
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we've seen better days haven't we, lads? |
The sun and fog and frost was stunning and I was so very very fortunate to be out in the thick of it shooting like a mad woman. Thank you to my dear coffee buddy for his kind patience and encouragement! See you for coffee.
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