Pale pinky skies. Early light glints off skyscrapers in downtown Vancouver, seen from our daughter and son-in-law's apartment.
I open the fifth floor apartment window, carefully hang the camera around my neck and lean out to take photos from different angles. The view straight ahead - white church spires draw the eye upwards.
Driving eastward from Vancouver we walk along the path at Fish Trap Creek in Abbotsford, just behind the home we lived in while Tim completed his masters degree.
Cold blue skies and even colder wind made the walking brisk and a little short. The geese and ducks seemed happy enough.
Further east yet to Chilliwack and a mid-afternoon walk with Tim and my father. Mist rises from the river, gulls ride the air currents and the mountain tops are white with fresh snow.
Mount Cheam leans over the town, pristine white.
Crystal clear skies. Blue shadows and white snow. Awe-inspiring in spite of the chill.
Dinner tonight with my parents and siblings. The scent of roasting ham fills the house along with the wine-poached pears cooling on the counter. Home again tomorrow and then, a new year.
Wishing all of my readers a most joyous beginning to 2015.