It’s nice not knowing what this was a scene of.
Almost three years ago… Locarno Beach
We had the car until the next morning so we took a trip to Port Moody to this lake where kids from Coquitlam often go to swim in the summer. The sound of frogs croaking rang out and in the short amount of time we were on the beach, daylight diminished quite quickly.

Abandoned polar bear enclosure
Last week, Wednesday was a weird day. Between the woman yelling loudly and furiously outside my window at eight in the morning (and realizing I took Feminist Theory with her three years ago) and having unexpected frustration directed at me from someone with requests I had to decline, I learned that Mary had passed away. You know that heavy, sinking heart feeling? I got it in the middle of the day, amidst all the regular and irregular tasks that work brought. Four meetings and a phone call with her. I did not know Mary very much at all but with my undertaking of a public art piece for The Sharing Farm - which she initiated nearly a decade ago as the Richmond Fruit Tree Project - she was, in every encounter we had, there with her kind eyes, welcoming me into her world. It was utterly evident how much passion she had for the Farm when she excitedly gave me a tour that one Sunday morning in January. With the receipt of an email today, the project officially moves forward. I just hope that I will be able to bring to light even just a sliver of all that Mary had hoped for in this art piece.
Mary, you are deeply missed.
The red velvet cupcakes with sprinkles on cream cheese dressing that I made to bring to Easter weekend in Cloverdale.

The affectionately named Snow White house on King Edward Avenue, just West of Cambie. Cherry blossoms have been blooming all across the city. Both sights were seen on our walk around my neighbourhood a few weeks ago. The weather is warmer, sunnier - just the thing needed after a long (but fast moving) eight months of the last two seasons.
Pretty much all the correspondence and cards received since I moved to Vancouver 3½+ years ago. I bundled them into stacks of three with fishing wire and have moved them to a spot under my bed. My work desk needed desperately to be cleaned up and un-dusted. Almost there… this Sunday is for Spring cleaning.
Birthday card for a friend
It took over a year but I finally went to see some live music again (Hall & Oates at the PNE did not count). Chilly Gonzales was very different than Interpol - pictured above - and was oh so marvelous. He is a musical genius, a total madman pounding away on the piano (at one point he played while standing on the keys and at another, he sat on the floor with his head underneath the piano) and was incredibly hilarious and charming in his stage banter. We each got one of his albums as a souvenir of the night. Perhaps it’s time to replace his compadre and collaborator, Feist’s Metals, with his in my stereo… or at least add it to the rotation.