I often enjoy riding shotgun while Rebecca drives. It gives me the opportunity to experiment with taking photos from the car, which usually doesn’t always turn out the best. Sometimes it’s blurry, the windows might be dirty, another passing vehicle can ruin the shot, and so on.
Rolling down Pacific Street with the sun setting off in the distance, this is a testament of not knowing how something will turn out until you try.
And I feel like this really is what summer in Vancouver is all about.
While many people will say that it rains a lot in this part of the world and they couldn’t live here because of that reason, you have to smile and nod. On those days that it’s not, this city is a vastly different experience. I don’t mind saving my energy to convince them otherwise.
I couldn’t agree more.
I’ve often written about Vancouver’s split personality, dividing itself neatly between ‘City of the Mind’ in the winter (where everyone is busy writing, painting, sculpting, composing, etc.) and then the swing to the ‘City of the Body’ in the summer, where people get back in touch with nature and the physical world. It makes for a satisfying balance that I never found in Boston (in Boston, to reconnect with Nature, you had to drive to Maine, Vermont, or perhaps some parts of Western Mass.).
During these weeks, I get up each morning and proclaim: “Another Beautiful Day”. And so it is.