Models: Chantal and Gracie
I adventured to Granville Island, in Vancouver yesterday. Some how you can make it there by transit. But I would be baffled if I were to figure it out. So I hopped on a ferry and made headway across the inlet. Granville island is one of Vancouver’s hidden treasures; cram packed with artisans, unique shops for all ages and a succulent produce and food market all right along the edge of False Creek. On one side of you the Granville Street Bridge and the other there is quite a large moor. You don’t even feel as if you are in the middle of a metropolis.
Be prepared for the skimboard sesh on the beach. We are going to be grabbing some epic actions shots of some buddies in action. So stay tuned for the up and coming shots of buddies and the beach.
Sometimes we just have to escape. The little town you call home is just not big enough anymore. Its too crammed. Its just another brick in the wall when it comes to the booming architecture uptown. One building grew, now its as if there are porcupine quills standing erect along the streets. We are still grateful for the quaint little ponds and parks filled with wildlife – the little festivals that pop up in the warmth every year which hide hidden treasures. . . Yet we just need to run as fast as humanly possible to our place of tranquility. Some prefer the bush, the wild, the fresh crisp air. Oddly enough, I run to the city to blend in to the mass crowd of unknown people where no one knows you and you remain unseen as if you are just another worker ant trucking along through the daily grind. . . Although you still stand out as a one of a kind individual in the swarm where individuality is expected and the most eccentric of everyone is left alone and accepted as one.
Adventuring around the little hole in the sky that my home town is; killing time on a rainy day. I let my gum boots take me where they wanted to go. I came across ducklings, flowers, wind, rain and the adventurous stroll came to an end with a cozy beach fire. The flames, wind and rain all danced together.
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I went on an adventure last night around the city. Inspiration: Rain and city lights. I packed up my rain gear; towels to keep the camera dry and my tripod and hit the city. While changing my settings quickly I accidentally set my images to RAW format. I didn’t realize until today. I am in a frenzy trying to find a good way to convert my images so I can publish them ASAP!
“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever. . . It remembers little things long after you have forgotten them.” – Aaron Siskind