Friday evening, the Shipyards Night Market was held again, an event that always draws me out. A sky just made for taking pictures precided over all, and so naturally, Dear Reader, I followed the programme and took shameless advantage of it!
As the band played on, I roamed the area, looking for interesting images.
Out on the pier, I spied a curious seal surfacing to check out the humans, his stiff eyebrows catching the late afternoon sunlight. He watched for a moment or two and then slowly sank beneath the surface, leaving only a few ripples to mark his passage.
Further out, a freighter sat at anchor, framed by the downtown skyline, and above, a weighty sky hung, catching the sun's colour, while small patches of blue struggled through shifting rents.
Looking back, a glimpse of the surrounding mountains emerged through the low-lying clouds, the wind turbine prominent in the oblique light. I find this layered effect just magical, and it's one of the lovely bonuses of living near the mountains.
As I walked back along the pier, I noticed a heron perched on the pilings, his sinuous silhouette overlaying the reflections.
As I watched, he spread his wings and flapped off over water that looked like a river of molten gold.
Saturday morning, I boarded the SeaBus and spent a couple of leisurely hours wandering around downtown, enjoying the clear skies and warmth.
A wonderful couple of days, life here is just so full of colour, form and drama.
Keep calm and chive on!