6-legged doggy style

24 06 2012

Summer’s a bit late in White Rock. It’s been damper than usual of late. Very damp on some days. Downright soggy on occasion. So anyway, many flowers have held off on their blooms until just now. The cherry blossoms were late too, now I think about it. Anyway, this afternoon I’ve been trying to finish off one of those documents that just seem to not want to be written. It’s dragging on a bit. And the sun’s been shining. What was I to do? Plainly I needed to sit on the patio and consider the various ways of making 42. (Life, the universe and everything). And then of course, since I was there, I might as well take some photos. And perhaps even play with my new-found macro options. Couldn’t let my new 50mm feel unloved on the DSLR though, so I took a couple of snaps with that too.

And then of course I need to justify the whole diversion by sharing the results with you, so I can avoid it being “wasted time” ūüôā


A Walk in the Park

6 04 2012

Today started out sunny, so Mrs Elephant and I went for a drive into town to VanDusen Gardens off Oak St. Being BC it was no surprise that moments after we’d paid the very reasonable entrance fee and entered the gardens proper, the heavens delivered a little “liquid sunshine”. For the second time so far this Spring I was treated to that unique smell of fresh rain on expectant earth. It only happens when the rain starts gently, and leaves once the rain gets into its stride. If there are short light April Showers though, you can get multiple moistenings. As it were.

Onwards then…

So, much the the¬†annoyance¬†of Mrs E., I took along my trusty box brownie, and captured a few images of the day. We stopped after an hour or so for a bite to eat in “Truffles”, the caf√© in the newly renovated entrance building. I had a very tasty panini (“Italian Sampler”) with a beetroot/goats cheese/pecan nut salad on the side. MOTEAS’s Earl Grey with rose as the tea accompaniment, and all was bliss in the QE GI tract.

Entertainment was provided by the age-mismatched couple on the next table. The younger lady being quite clear that his priorities were (i) work, (ii) hobbies and (iii) her. Words like “nurturing” were being used and personally,¬†I¬†think he’d probably made the right priority choices, given how readily scowls came to her countenance. She was way too caught up in herself, and though he was plainly in it for the fantastic sex (she was no conversationalist, but was undeniably lithe), his calm and measured voice spoke volumes. Subtext along the “I see your lips moving, but am not hearing anything rational” lines. Prior to this, he’d attentively acquired them a table and gathered chairs for a window view. Offered to get tea and nourishment. Yet whilst he was off hunting¬†wildebeest¬†and fine tea she had furtively texted some other party. On his return he’d asked “So what was it you’d like to talk about?” and been bombarded with a detailed list of his supposed faults. As one might expect from his English accent, he just sipped his tea and politely let her talk until her piece was said.

I don’t doubt for one split second that couples with age differences north of 10 years can live very harmonious lives together. In the same way that couples with only months of difference can run out of energy to put up with each other. But from the outset they need to accept that there is not just a gulf in age, but of expectations, experiences, values, and much more besides. These two seemed to share a taste in tea and culture, but she was plainly not interested in providing enough of those “soft” attractions that would move her up his list of things to spend effort on, beyond of course, the purely hypothetical fantastic sex. She wanted to be the centre of attention, and he looked successful and sounded well-cultured (despite being English ūüôā ). Well experienced in gaining stimulation by way of many things beyond a mid-afternoon bed-ruffling, I wouldn’t doubt.

Who knows? Perhaps if she was concerned more about the real him instead of his bank account, he’d naturally be more interested in understanding what made her tick, instead of whether his yacht was ready for the season. Peeling back the layers of her psyche because she interested him as a human being – not just a horizontal acrobat. I suspect in this particular case he’d have hit bedrock pretty quickly though. The veneer looked pretty thin from where I sat, and I suspect there weren’t many layers to discover new aspects beneath.

My view… age can indeed be a barrier in a relationship, but when two souls intertwine, they’re ageless. They’re not interested in getting, only giving, and if the balance isn’t right, the house of cards falls in a heap. If it is equal though, the world stops every time their eyes meet. They might even have sex sometimes. On a yacht.

We left before this couple concluded their discussion. I wish them both well. I suspect they’ll go their separate ways, and both be happier for that.

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Floating art

9 03 2012

Back in 2006 I was fortunate to be sent to a Sales Conference in fuck it. Sorry, I mean Phuket.

I was amazed at this artistic arrangement of flower blooms. Immaculate and gorgeously vibrant colours. It must have taken hours to prepare.

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