"But it don't pay to think too much on the things left behind."
-Townes Van Zandt
Science World.
He didn't make it. His birthday was last week. We took him out for a beer tonight. Happy Birthday Ian. You're missed.
These speakers sound soooooo much better. Up a bit. Angled a bit. Huge difference.
And I hate that I've known this for five to ten years. And only just got around to making the change.
My good friend Ian Thomas passed away today. It was a dark day. He was so full of life last July when we went for lunch. He ate a stack of pancakes and a side of bacon. Ian, love you man. Goodbye.
Life is too short.
I like looking at the horizon. You go into the mountains and you can only see so far unless you truly summit a peak of substantial height. In Ontario you could see the horizon across Lake Huron or Lake Ontario. It's hard to see the horizon from Vancouver. On a clear day, from Iona Spit, you can see Galiano Island. On a day like today the clouds give the illusion of being able to see the horizon. Close enough. The spit is seen across half the horizon. It's not lost on me that the purpose of this concrete jutty is to carry human shit out to a point where it won't wash back on shore. Still, it was peaceful out there today. And I'm glad I took to time to get there for a bit this afternoon. Therapy, the cheapest kind, can be found when there's nothing between you and the horizon, or close enough in this case.
One light on in a window. One might think this a late night photograph capturing insomnia. It was taken at 5pm. The days are short.
19 more days and I'll have a perfect year of 365 photographs. Maybe I should skip a day. No one is perfect, after all.