As for the mural above, it was painted over the last week as part of the Vancouver Mural Festival which takes place mostly in my neighbourhood. This photo was taken as I walked with my good friend Alison who, with her husband, happened to attend the same Bard on the Beach performance of A Winter's Tale as we did on Saturday night. What a happy surprise, one we immediately capitalised on by arranging the next day's visit.
You'll have noted the very dark sky in the photo. The evening before, Pater and I had stepped out of the Bard Festival tent into a shower and walked the five or so kilometres home from the play along the seawall, the rich fragrance of petrichor so welcome, the pattering on our umbrellas a delight. On Sunday, though, these clouds only hung around to tease, promise -- or threaten, depending on perspective. At least the rain seems to have rinsed the smoke out of the sky. . .
I'm balancing blog-writing against the personal writing I'm doing these days (I've almost completed drafts of three chapters now, and I'm determined to finish this project, with no expectation of what I might do with it once it's all drafted), so that while I've got many ideas of what I'd like to do here, I'm trying not to make promises I can't keep. I will say, though, that I have many more photographs of very impressive murals, and I hope I'll get to tell you about a lovely and inspiring conversation I had with one of the muralists.
And I've booked some flights, made some travel plans for December, so there's that as well for a future post. . .
Meanwhile, do be sure to visit Ali's garden via my last post. It's such a treat!