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Found in translation
Despite my Swiss-cheese memory and tongue of clay, I am trying to learn a few essential words in the languages of the people I encounter daily.
Despite my Swiss-cheese memory and tongue of clay, I am trying to learn a few essential words in the languages of the people I encounter daily.
The Gastown Grand Prix on a sunny evening, with cobblestones lighted by glaring late sun or cast in dark shade by tall buildings, was a fun playground to experiment with the photo challenges of the contrast of blinding light and deep shade, and intense speed.
The songbirds ushered in the Solstice, singing spun light from the northeastern horizon, pouring it into my neighbourhood, spilling a beam on the bench in my front yard.
Sailing in to catch the last of World Oceans Day, with this image taken on a grey foggy day on a ferry sailing north on the Salish Sea, from Earl’s Cove to Saltery Bay, British Read more