I seldom go to North Vancouver, but when I do, it's a nice getaway from the downtown bubble. It's the other side of the bridge - a bit unfamiliar - and I'm on this rain covered pier. Just me with my camera, distantly accompanied by some lonely-looking others. We were all probably listening to the same things; the calming, but melancholic type of silence broken by subtle wave crashes and distant ship toots. 

I seldom go to North Vancouver, but when I do, it's a nice getaway from the downtown bubble. It's the other side of the bridge - a bit unfamiliar - and I'm on this rain covered pier. Just me with my camera, distantly accompanied by some lonely-looking others. We were all probably listening to the same things; the calming, but melancholic type of silence broken by subtle wave crashes and distant ship toots. 




Because we walk the line between the real and unreal,
I want to capture what the eye sees,
describe what the mind imagines,
and step into the limbo of everything in between. 

- IJHL -