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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