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A gnome.

I used to see these guys more often. But I haven’t seen a gnome in a home or a garden for awhile. I wonder where they went.

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Two apartment buildings.

More are coming. Towers of glass. Because that’s what Vancouver does.

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Organic.

I love plants. No brains, but they have a certain intelligence. Wherever they may be, they find a way to live.

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Life from dirt.

That’s always been the amazing thing about plants. They just need dirt, sun, and water.

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I like this plant in front of the brick wall.

But why is it here? Whose decision was this? And why did they care?

I have questions.

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Paint on a tree.

I think this was here for some construction marking. But it also made good abstract art.

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Leaves.

Soon the will turn from red to green.

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Abandoned cups.

Sometimes litter tells a story.

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Divergence.

A view between two tree trunks which, in turn, is a view of an overpass.

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Footsteps in snow.

Fresh. Glistening. And white.

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Echos of winter.

I found this sticker of a snowflake on a window. It’s since been removed. An inconsequential memory, but a memory of winter.

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It’s pouring.

In Vancouver, it’s a typical February night. Not only is it wet, even if you carry an umbrella, the moisture chills you to the bone. More poor kid got drenched walking from the parking lot lot to a restaurant.

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