| a fighting fish notebook | thoughts, jokes, a stream of some sort |
i can’t say i’m sad to be back home, the freezing rain and grey skies of a Vancouver November did not win me over. the feel of English Bay, and this little moment of blue sky while enjoying Ron Terada, did.
but still, it’s good to be home.
the days are getting too dark too early; holing up at the back of Caffe Artigiano on Hornby makes it a little more bearable.
Granville and Davie, late night sunday night. the streets are empty before you know it.
i think this is my favourite time of year. i love walking bo and smelling the woodsmoke coming from chimneys, the crunchy brown leaves under my feet crushed into dust and brittle stems by all the steps before and after mine.
Pennisetum Alopecuroides - “red head” in its prime, on a glorious day.
