The two cars couldn’t be further apart in aesthetic.
But there they were, parked on the same block, on a quiet day in the usually tourist laden English Bay in Vancouver.
My snow-eating-Yaris looked positively anemic next to the grey Maserati. Even sitting at the curb, the car looked fast. A lean high tech machine.
Down the block, perfectly at home next to the Sylvia Hotel, a 1951 Mercury with suicide doors.
The chrome alone probably outweighs the Maserati up the street. In the early 50’s, this Canadian made Mercury commanded respect.
Today, it still does, looking every bit as menacing as it ever did.
Made a bland day in the bay a little more interesting.
Whenever people who dodn’t live here ask how we can stand all those grey days and rain, I just have to pull out a shot like this one.
Late yesterday afternoon while passing through the West End on my way back to the North Shore, I pulled over to grab this shot of English Bay.
English Bay on a post-storm Monday afternoon.
This deep sea makes some mist as it turns downwind at the fairway buoy bound for Vancouver. That’s Vancouver Island in the far background, and the low darker green are Gulf Islands.
A kite surfer catches some air.
Some late afternoon colour on the way to grab a coffee.
Even though it was pelting with rain, English Bay looked marvelous today. These shots (yes, they’re photographs) have a real oil painting look to them, thanks to the rain and the saturated print.