So . . . who wants to guess why the buildings are pink?

My first year living in Vancouver’s West End, my first summer adjacent to the Pride Week celebrations. This weekend saw me trying to find the best place to take photos of the parade without getting supersoakered, bubbled, or otherwise sprayed with festivities (my camera doesn’t like it). I tried out the balcony and the edge of the parking lot, but didn’t care to share the photos blatantly advertising for Falafel King or BC Hydro (hey, a power line’s part of the urban landscape).

Here are two from the roof for you. It’s nice to have a public lounge on the 27th floor:

Ok, so it’s a CBC truck. And more of those supersoakers I mentioned. At least it was a nice day.

As it turns out, the best place to watch the Pride Parade was at my friendly neighbourhood corner store, where I scurried in to buy coffee cream at the end of the parade. Air conditioned, completely deserted, and with a nice ol’ bouncer.

See you in 2012, Vancouver. I’ll be ready for ya next time.

The only pictures I took this week were of my cat playing with his new (and only) squeaky toy. I prefer to keep these off the Mae’s Eye blog, rather in a folder on my personal Facebook account. Creep over to the “I’m a crazy cat lady” photo album in a few days if we’re Facebook friends.

Rather than subject you to the mighty Battlecat, I’ll share a couple of photos taken from a family sojourn on Vancouver Island in May. World exclusive!

Summerland

Okay, so it’s a picture of some wildflowers. Lame. We were on the Ferry from Tsawwassen to Swartz Bay and the sun was shining perfectly on this little island. Paradise, I thought. SNAP! Here you go. Hopefully it doesn’t lose much in the translation.

Later that trip, we toured around the grounds of Luthor’s palatial estate. Or Royal Roads University, for the more literally minded. Here’s a saucy peacock enjoying the way the setting sun displayed his good side.

What the hell, I'm gorgeous.

Until next week, kittens.

July 18th

Good morning! Let’s try a photo-of-the-week game.

Today we have wheat-grass from English Bay Beach snapped at sunset. Um. Not everyone sees beauty in the same things. . .Are you dreaming with me?

I see it