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Liz Magor’s Light Shed

This is a work of public art by Liz Magor called the Light Shed in Vancouver’s Coal Harbour district. If nothing else it’s striking when you come upon it or even notice it from a distance. I’ve taken pictures of this as have many others from the opposite perspective looking out across the harbour. If you Google images of this you’ll see what I mean. However, one night while watching the ghostly lights illuminate from it’s windows I got the idea to shoot back towards the city. Not sure if there’s a point in all this, however when I think of one I’ll get back to you.

This is a work of public art by Liz Magor called the Light Shed in Vancouver's Coal Harbour district. If nothing else it's striking when you come upon it or even notice it from a distance. I've taken pictures of this as have many others from the opposite perspective looking out across the harbour. If you Google images of this you'll see what I mean. However, one night while watching the ghostly lights illuminate from it's windows I got the idea to shoot back towards the city. Not sure if there's a point in all this, when I think of one I'll get back to you.

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Bridges

Bridges is a trendy restaurant in Vancouver’s Granville Island. It’s a cool place because in summer you can sit outside and be surrounded by the lights of the harbor, the two main bridges in to the city and the lights of the city at night. For some reason I was intrigued by how many people arrived here this evening by bicycle. Somewhat reminiscent of a european city don’t you think? Anyway, I see this when crossing over the Granville or Burrard bridges in a cab back to the airport and finally managed to get close enough for a photo one evening while exploring. Silly me, I just realized why it’s called bridges.

Bridges is a trendy restaurant in Vancouver's Granville Island. It's a cool place because in summer you can sit outside and be surrounded by the lights of the harbor, the two main bridges in to the city and the lights of the city at night. For some reason I was intrigued by how many people arrived here this evening by bicycle. Somewhat reminiscent of a european city don't you think? Anyway, I see this when crossing over the Granville or Burrard bridges in a cab back to the airport and finally managed to get close enough for a photo one evening while exploring. Silly me, I just realized why it's called bridges.

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Reflection

Early morning reflected in the widows of the Loft in Vancouver’s Coal Harbour. Refections sometimes produce an effect of separation that’s not really there, but allows our minds to believe it is, producing perspective, hopefully for the better. I wonder what the perspective of the early morning crew was as they saw me taking pictures of the reflections in their windows. Something I’ll never know.

Early morning reflected in the widows of the Loft in Vancouver's Coal Harbour. Refections sometimes produce an effect of separation that's not really there, but allows our minds to believe it is, producing perspective, hopefully for the better. I wonder what the perspective of the early morning crew was as they saw me taking pictures of the reflections in their windows. Something I'll never know.

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Garden Hideaway

It’s nice to have a little hideaway where you can go to get away from it all, if just for a bit. A break now and again to fill up on your own thoughts and musings and not those of everyone and everything around you. I get that when I ride my bike or walk the dogs. For some, this little garden under a bridge in the middle of a large bustling city. I happened upon this and almost walked by when I realized what it was, a little garden hideaway. And when I entered, even though I was only steps from the street it seemed somehow quiet, somehow peaceful and the feeling stayed with me for a while after I left. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it is, and it’s good enough for me.

It's nice to have a little hideaway where you can go to get away from it all, if just for a bit. A break now and again to fill up on our own thoughts and musings and not those of everyone and everything around us. I get that when I ride my bike or walk the dogs. For some, this little garden under a bridge in the middle of a large bustling city. I happened upon this and almost walked by when I realized what it was, a little garden hideaway. And when I entered, even though I was only steps from the street it seemed somehow quiet, somehow peaceful and the feeling stayed with me for a while after I left. I don't know how that's possible, but it is and it's good enough for me.

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Old and New

In October I arrived by ship at this port in Bridgetown Barbados. The sugar elevators used to play a major role in the economy but are little used now due to the world market. However in it’s place tourism has taken hold and as most people know, Barbados has the most friendly people anywhere in the Caribbean and perhaps the most beautiful beaches. I was intrigued by these towering elevators which represent the old economy as they silhouette the tug in the foreground. This tugboat is used to guide large cruise ships into port which deposit the new economy (tourist) to the island. Either way, it’s an island that relies on the sea and is undergoing transition and I, for one, can’t wait to go back.

In October I arrived by ship at this port in Bridgetown Barbados. The sugar elevators used to play a major role in the economy but are little used now due to the world market. However in it's place tourism has taken hold and as most people know, Barbados has the most friendly people anywhere in the Caribbean and perhaps the most beautiful beaches. I was intrigued by these towering elevators which represent the old economy as they silhouette the tug in the foreground. This tugboat is used to guide large cruise ships into port which deposit the new economy (tourist) to the island. Either way, it's an island that relies on the sea and is undergoing transition and I, for one, can't wait to go back.

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San Juan Charm

This is the old town section of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Walking through here on a recent afternoon was like walking back in time to a different era. It seems time has slowed down here and a different pace of life is respected. People get together for conversation and gatherings in the streets or in verandas above. This colorful street was just one of many I passed and to me represents a feeling of community and charm rarely found today. I will return to Puerto Rico one day and when I do I’ll stay a little longer, and move a little slower.

This is the old town section of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Walking through here on a recent afternoon was like walking back in time to a different era. It seems time has slowed down here and a different pace of life is respected. People get together for conversation and gatherings in the streets or in verandas above. This colorful street was just one of many I passed and to me represents a feeling of community and charm rarely found today. I will return to Puerto Rico one day and when I do I'll stay a little longer, and move a little slower.

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Sarasota Sunrise

I came here to Island Park in Sarasota one morning to capture the sunrise. It’s a great location for capturing the sunset but I figured I’d try the opposite. As a photographer I try to look in the opposite direction to catch a different perspective. That’s not as easy as it sounds, I think we’re hardwired to look ahead. In fact that’s the byline for my website, “photography with just enough perspective”. But of course, like everything else, that’s a lot easier said than done. And looking in the other direction doesn’t always mean I’ll always see something interesting, but if I make a habit of it, once in a while it works. Life metaphors aside, right after taking this the only thing I was looking for was a cup of coffee from Duncan Donuts.

I came here to Island Park in Sarasota one morning to capture the sunrise. It's a great location for capturing the sunset but I figured I'd try the opposite. As a photographer I try to look in the opposite direction to catch a different perspective. That's not as easy as it sounds, I think we're hardwired to look ahead. In fact that's the byline for my website,

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West Coast Cities

This is the underside of the Burrard Street Bridge I noticed while walking around one of the neighborhoods of Vancouver. Some of these little streets can be tricky to navigate unless you are familiar with the area. I think these neighborhoods have something vaguely reminiscent of San Francisco. It’s a west coast feel, an attitude that puts a premium on the environment and living healthy. I think there are other cities in the same category, Seattle and Portland come to mind. Vancouver places emphasis on it’s bike lanes and even if you don’t live here you can rent a bike and join the thousands that use it as a primary mode of transportation. Now that I live in a different part of the continent, the west coast attitude is more apparent whenever I come back. Perhaps you know what I mean.

This is the underside of the Burrard Street Bridge I noticed while walking around one of the neighborhoods of Vancouver. Some of these little streets can be tricky to navigate unless you are familiar with the area. I think these neighborhoods have something vaguely reminiscent of San Francisco. It's a west coast feel, an attitude that puts a premium on the environment and living healthy. I think there are other cities in the same category, Seattle and Portland come to mind. Vancouver places emphasis on it's bike lanes and even if you don't live here you can rent a bike and join the thousands that use it as a primary mode of transportation. Now that I live in a different part of the continent, the west coast attitude is more apparent whenever I come back. Perhaps you know what I mean.

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Whistler Brewing Company

One evening I was walking along the waterfront in a area known as Coal Harbour, its a residential section with outdoor eateries and a great view of Vancouver Harbour. The atmosphere of the place is enhanced by these water fountains and a bunch of red umbrellas. Funny thing is I thought the name of the place was the Whistler Brewing Company on account of the name printed on all the red umbrellas. Not until a while later did I realize that these umbrellas are all over the city in quite a few outdoor cafes. So I looked it up on Google Maps as I’m writing this since I still didn’t know the real name, and it’s “The Mill Marine Bistro & Bar”. To me however, it will always be the “Whistler Brewing Company”.

One evening I was walking along the waterfront in a area known as Coal Harbour, its a residential section with outdoor eateries and a great view of Vancouver Harbour. The atmosphere of the place is enhanced by these water fountains and a bunch of red umbrellas. Funny thing is I thought the name of the place was the Whistler Brewing Company on account of the name printed on all the red umbrellas. Not until a while later did I realize that these umbrellas are all over the city in quite a few outdoor cafes. So I looked it up on Google Maps as I'm writing this since I still didn't know the real name, and it's

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Autumn Sunset

Living in Florida we don’t get a lot of Autumn colors (nada, zip, zilch), and so when I recently landed in Vancouver I was pretty stoked that the colors were still there. I quickly deposited my bags and headed out to Stanley Park. I should have known I’d have good company, half of the city was out snapping photos as well. I witnessed the same phenomenon in spring when the Cherry Blossoms were in full bloom. Take it from me, Vancouver is one snap-happy town. It feels like one massive photo walk; I’ll notice something interesting and someone else will come over to take the same shot. I felt like I was on a scavenger hunt, trying to find the best compositions. Silly, yes, but fun nonetheless. I’m glad I was there to get a few pictures, along with about a million of my fellow photographers.

Living in Florida we don't get a lot of Autumn colors (nada, zip, zilch), and so when I recently landed in Vancouver I was pretty stoked that the colors were still there. I quickly deposited my bags and headed out to Stanley Park. I should have known I'd have good company, half of the city was out snapping photos as well. I witnessed the same phenomenon in spring when the Cherry Blossoms were in full bloom. Take it from me, Vancouver is one snap-happy town. It feels like one massive photo walk; I'll notice something interesting and someone else will come over to take the same shot. I felt like I was on a scavenger hunt, trying to find the best compositions. Silly, yes, but fun nonetheless. I'm glad I was there to get a few pictures, along with about a million of my fellow photographers.

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