And not my own. I like this photo larger, by the way.
I can’t shoot a straight horizon if my life depended on it, ESPECIALLY in the morning. Before coffee. Notice the background being more askew than usual.
Breakfast in Vancouver with Carey and Lise last Monday was delightful as always, followed by my usual mad transit dash across three zones. Last year it was to catch a ferry, and this year it was to go to Surrey to load up the van with my family and drive to North Vancouver. Yes, that’s the story of my long weekends in Vancouver: constant travel in ever-widening transit loops between Vancouver and Surrey and the North Shore, back and forth, back and forth. Which makes me all the more grateful that I can call Carey and Lise up the night before — while on the Skytrain, of course — and say, “Hey, are you doing anything for breakfast? Fancy some Eggs Benny?”
Carey and Lise recently celebrated their wedding anniversary. As part of American-Canadian pairings, we can commiserate about the legal obstacle course called U.S. Immigration policy. Congrats that you guys made it through THAT, and extra congrats for everything else!




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