It would have been handy to have last night when we went to the Spanish Banks for a picnic on the beach. It's a spectacular setting with glorious vistas of the ocean, mountains, and the distant glass towers of downtown, as well as the most amazing view of the sunset imaginable. Since I didn't take any photos, here's an artist's impression:
Seriously, living in this town is enough to give one awe fatigue, but I can’t complain. Beats having one’s soul worn down by banal landscapes and grotesque architecture (hi Edmonton!)
Still, there’s a part of me that will always hold affection for the 780, which is why I’m giving the old girl some love this weekend. I’m planning on checking out this gig poster exhibition that’s being put on by (ex?) Edmontonian Kristen Cheung of Vanity Productions, and featuring works by Browntowners Lyle Bell and Field Marshal Raymond Biesinger. It’s all ages, which should be interesting, as I’ve no idea what “the kids” are into out here. I wonder if they are as awkwardly fashion-and-self-conscious and irritating as the kids back home. I dunno if such a thing is possible, but we’ll see.
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