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)

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.

Just another wet weekend in White Rock

31 03 2012

It’s been a quiet day so far in the rain. Kind of like waiting for something pleasant to return and take my mind off everything.

I ended up wasting time doing  research on the web, and came across a blog entry on taking photos in the rain. Suitably inspired, I grabbed an over-sized umbrella, my trusty camera, and decamped to the garden and driveway to see what photons were unwary enough to be captured in my Canon T1i while the rain steadily poured.

Some of the better results are below. (Still not TOTALLY got the hang of the shortened DoF with my lovely new lens).


1 01 2012

Hailing originally from just over the other side of Ilkla’ Moor (where I rarely wore the recommended ‘at), I loved this piece by good ol’ fragmented Pollyanna.


Boots any stylish photographer would love

Boots any stylish photographer would love

Great story and lovely moody photos. This is just a few miles from Top Withens (better known in its make-believe form as Wuthering Heights), and you can see where Emily Brontë got her inspiration.

I was fortunate enough to get a trip back to the UK over Easter and also visited the Cow & Calf. The weather was better (you need to call ahead)! No ghosts either…

Here’s my snaps to go with those of Pollyanna:

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These boots are made for walking

31 12 2011

It’s taken me a couple of days to put this posting together, and for that I apologise. Back on the 28th, three of us pachyderms went snow-shoeing up Cypress on the North shore mountains. We have a bit of a tradition of going on Boxing day, but it’s been particularly mild this winter (read: wet and rainy up top), and we were waiting for more favourable conditions. In the end, we decided to just “go for it” and made the journey on the off-chance. As we got closer, we could see the cloud just sat on the top of the mountain, which is not generally considered a good sign. Middle child made some facetious remark about Voldemort being at home, and we steadily drove up towards the murk, not encountering snow until almost at the turn for the Nordic area. There’s a viewing point half way up Cypress, and it gives amazing views over the city of Vancouver. This was below the cloud base and the views were stunning. We didn’t stop though, and headed up to the Nordic area for the snow shoeing.

I may be gone some time...

I may be gone some time…

I'm stumped

I’m stumped

We had an excellent hour or so’s hike despite the murk, taking the long way around to Hollyburn Lodge where we stopped to consume some of the hot tea (hot chocolate for offspring) I’d been lugging around, and some procured muffins.

Who's been wearing MY snow shoes?

Who’s been wearing MY snow shoes?

Hollyburn Lodge, Cypress Mountain

Hollyburn Lodge, Cypress Mountain

Unfortunately while we were there, the weather turned a bit more deliberate, and we left Hollyburn to a steady rain, the temperature hovering just above zero. Still lots of snow under-foot (reasonable but not great base of over a metre.) We decided the prudent course of action was to take a more direct route back to the base area, so unfortunately we didn’t get the full 2-3 hours walk we’d originally anticipated.

Thankfully, being now from BC, we’d dressed more for the wet than the cold, and on signing off the hill (safety check – they send folk out looking if you don’t sign back in), we were complimented on our “proper gear”. We had fun, and at the end of the day, that’s what it’s all about. Sure it would have been nice to confirm you really could see Nanaimo from “Strait Lookout”… but they do wisely append “on a clear day” to the description. If you’re in the Vancouver area it’s well worth a visit, and snow shoes can be hired if you don’t have your own.


Cypress: Snowshoe Trails

Cypress: Snowshoe Trails

Cypress: Snowshoe Trails

 Snowshoe Trail Map (pdf)