Arctic Deepness

18 02 2013

Just doing some housekeeping on my not insubstantial music collection, and listening to The Arctic Monkeys‘ “Suck it and See” album. Such a classic turn of British phrase, don’t you think?

Not actually sure how it translates into Canadiania. “Let the chips fall where they may” perhaps?

It’s not actually in the slightest bit rude, despite what you might think. It just means the outcome is unknown  and the only way to find out, is to give it a go. The analogy is a boiled sweet of unknown flavour. The only way to determine it, is to suck it and see for yourself.

Anyway, there was one line in the title track which I thought was quite evocative, and thought I’d share:

Your kiss it could put creases in the rain

Well – I liked it. You can please yourself… 🙂

Wikipedia: Suck it and See (Single)

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My new favorite web page: Rainy Mood

9 01 2013

Some who know me have remarked less than pleasantly about my love of rain. I was born and raised in Yorkshire and now live in Vancouver BC. It rains occasionally.  Sometimes.

I stumbled upon this page quite unexpectedly. It’s awesome (if you’re not too demanding about your awe.) On a PC, the video is a little boring – a simple loop of DIVX AVI, but the audio soundtrack seems to be much more lengthy and varied.

I LOVE IT! I could close my eyes and easily drift to sleep.

Using WordPress to get a graphic from the page to help you link, I see all manner of Apple, Android and other icons. I suspect that no matter what device you reach the page via, you’ll be left feeling wet and refreshed!

Rainy Mood.





That’s one very wet road…

28 10 2012

It rains a lot in BC. But not THIS much.

OK, so it’s PhotoShop… but don’t under-rate the skill of execution and most importantly THE IDEA in the first place.

Kudos, I say.

Art and Photography.





That time of year again…

28 10 2012

Autumn is an odd time of year for me.

The scents can be warm and heady – spices, mulled wine, bonfires, burning leaves, weed (this is BC and there’s a lot of teenager-infested parks around here! 🙂 )

The colours are stunning of course. Back in the UK they were predominantly yellow/brown, but here the large-leafed North American oaks and of course the many maple varieties bring a wider gamut including some astounding reds and peach/orange hues.

I sometimes still feel unaccountably melancholy, and enjoy time alone, walking in the rain, splashing in puddles, and thinking my thoughts without the judgement or influence of others.

Yesterday treated us to steady rain – oh and a Tsunami warning late in the evening (why should the East Coast have all the drama?) I particularly enjoy steady rain. I am well equipped for it, being originally from Yorkshire, and most people are far more sensible and stay indoors. This leaves the entire neighbourhood exclusively to me and my camera. The hood on my waterproof is ample to protect my camera with its 50mm lens, and off we go…





When the rain comes…

13 10 2012

I love the rain.

It brings a different mood to Vancouver. One that suits my natural mood. I like the toning down of colours. Of sound. Of people even.

I love that the trees here go red at the same time.

I subscribe to The Scout, Vancouver’s online magazine. Today they had this photo, and I thought I’d share. It manages to capture the essence of the rain but without it being a dreary or miserable experience.

Magic with light.

TEA & TWO SLICES: On Hating Bieber And The World’s 4th Least Stylish Neighborhood : Scout Magazine.

TEA & TWO SLICES: On Hating Bieber And The World’s 4th Least Stylish Neighborhood : Scout Magazine





If the Rain Comes

23 06 2012

If the rain comes
they run and hide their heads
They might as well be dead…

I love the rain. So did Lennon, apparently.

If you don’t like the rain, BC’s not a great place to make your home. But even here, it does sometimes stop. And then you see the little jewels the rain leaves behind to reward our patience. Les petits bijoux.





The Rain in Spain

16 06 2012

… is completely irrelevant. The rain in White Rock however is somewhat persistent. As in “It’s persistenting it down outside”. People have started referring to Junuary, it’s been that wet.

Now call me odd (many do!), but I love the rain. Ignoring all the obvious stuff like the cheap hydro it offers us, and the cycle of life and all that gubbins, it’s such a sensuous thing to experience. I just got back from walking the chien. She looks like a drowned rat, but gives me hopeful looks every time I go near the coat rack… just in case there’s chance of a rerun. The rain makes the more normal folks stay indoors, so I get to experience the parks pretty much on my own. It’s a calming experience. The dog came to a complete halt at one corner, and I was forced to call Mrs E to ask advice. It turns out that I’d happened to arrive at a portion of the route she herself takes the dog every morning (I’d extended my walk to enjoy more of the rain and the solitude it offers, and taken a random turn.) The dog was basically refusing to deviate from the route she expects once at that point. As soon as I hit the crossing button and headed over the road she happily trotted along. It’s a pure coincidence that’s my dog is female. Just sayin’.

First-born, currently at Waterloo, was complaining of the “million degree heat” currently there. Mrs E offered no sympathy, as she herself does not enjoy the wet and cooler temperatures we’re currently experiencing. “Well, you do live in a temperate rainforest” came the over-educated but ultimately unhelpful response from across the country.

Meanwhile I was having a whale of a time. As the rains eased off, the colours seemed more vibrant. The lack of people made me aware of more of the nature I was passing. When the rain stopped altogether, the duck ponds were mirror flat, like they’d been pounded smooth by all the raindrops hitting them. Then the swallows (not sure of the airspeed velocity) came out in force. They were feasting on the mosquitoes hovering low over the water. Probably only moments old. They’re an amazing bird. Swooping and darting at breakneck speed. And now the sun is out and the concrete is steaming.

I love BC.