If you are curious as to why I am posting August photos during the peak of winter, I must confess that I had forgotten about them until now. Nonetheless, I find these to be rather comforting as I stare out of my window at the glow of the street lamps shining upon the snow. The changing of the seasons is a magical concept. It’s hard to believe that in only four months we will be out in shorts and t-shirts again. I must remind myself of this so that I may appreciate the wonderful aspects of winter before it is too late.
These photos were taken on our hike up Bear Creek to the Waterfall. This experience was without a doubt one of my favourite memories of the summer, even with the freezing water, scraped knees from climbing and stubbed toes from slipping… Still so worth it.
I think it will become a yearly tradition.
A very special guest from out west stayed with us for a whole week. Megan visited Toronto for the first time, and boy did we do a lot of things! From exploring the island to shopping in Kensington Market, going to a comedy club and some funky live music jams (and even a dance club.. yikes), without forgetting a Blue Jays game and beer tasting at the Steam Whistle Brewery, you could say it was a jam-packed week. These pictures are from our more relaxed afternoon, at Balmy beach by my house.
Megan and Laurence being babes, as usual.
Megan and I goofing off, as usual.
Here is a little sneak peek from the mini photo shoot we had after sunset… I am in the process of building a portfolio, and I will be posting more on there!
I had a lot of fun with this girl, and I can’t wait to see her again in the summer.
Stopping for iced lattes at Bliss Bakery in Peachland
Before moving away, I had the opportunity to take a short road trip along the Okanagan lake with my dear friend Megan. Since doggy Levi loves car rides and swimming, we decided to bring her along and make the beach in Penticton our destination. When passing through Peachland and Summerland, the highway was decorated in more fruit stands than I can count on my two hands. We made a stop at Little Acres which has everything you could ever want: ice cream, maple syrup, local fruits and vegetables, homemade apple juice and hot sauce, and a magnificent view of the lake. It was Megan’s nineteenth birthday two days ago. We met in grade seven and have since become great friends. Together, we have enjoyed the good times and suffered through the lesser ones in high school and during our first year of university. We have survived the power of change for six years, and there is no doubt we will stay friends through this big move. Honestly, are those not the nicest eyes you have ever seen? Here’s a little video!
English Bay sky; interesting building by the water
When we visit Vancouver, we usually stay at the Sands Best Western in English Bay. It is a beautiful neighbourhood for casual morning walks (obviously accompanied by casual photo-taking) and it is an area dense with cute boutiques and restaurants. There are always new shops to explore. The ocean and gorgeous mountains may seem like minor details, but they truly make all the difference.
The Red Umbrella; dad and his omelette; my beautiful latte
One morning I was really craving eggs so we decided to try out The Red Umbrella, only one block from the hotel. One must not be fooled by the mediocre exterior and the cafeteria-style tables and layout, because the food was delicious and –most importantly– the coffee was up to standards. I would go back there for breakfast any time.
English Bay beach; The Boathouse Fish & Chips
After our breakfast, my dad had to go back to the hotel to finish some work. I decided to go walk around for a while. At one point I turned a corner and saw The Boathouse Fish & Chips Restaurant. Though I am not a fan of fish and chips, I love this place. The deck offers a beautiful view of the bay, but I mostly love it because of the great memories it has hosted. When turning the corner and seeing The Boathouse, I couldn’t help tearing up.The last time we ate there was last summer, during my grandpa’s last visit from Quebec before he passed away. That was a wonderful evening: enjoying the sunset from the deck while eating our fish & chips and laughing and bonding as a family. Because of great memories, I love The Boathouse. I love English Bay.
Waving goodbye to the daytime.
I have three favourite trees in Kelowna. This is one of them. Its roots are planted on the edge of the waves, deep in the sand of Rotary beach. The tree splits into two parts, creating a perfect spot to perch and gaze at the beauty of the Okanagan Lake. During a spontaneous drive with my little brother, I decided to stop here for a few photos.
Rotary Beach Park, Lakeshore Road, Kelowna, BC
My brother William sitting on the tree.
Bertram Creek Regional Park
Kelowna, BC V1W 4J4
For the past three days, I have been enjoying the sun in summer dresses and shorts. Reflecting on the month of March leaves me astonished. The Earth took an opportunity to remind us that we have no control over our environment. We have no dominance over weather. March included everything from hail to sunshine, reminding us that we are vulnerable beings in respect to the Earth.
Sometimes selfies can look cool.
The only power lies within ourselves. It is how we choose to perceive these uncontrollable circumstances that allows us to carry on . Predictably, psychologists state that those with an internal locus of control live better lives. These hardy individuals know that a situation is what you make of it. If I am ever trapped in a violent hail storm again, maybe instead of being afraid I will chose to be amazed.
Fresh bread, raspberry jam, assorted fruit, and some brie cheese (brought back from France)
For now the storm is absent and the warm weather is welcome. Bertram Creek Regional Park is tucked away from the city with plenty of trees and beauty. A pile of blankets and flavourful food make for the ideal morning. Though I must admit that today sadness was roaming about, being Janèle’s last visit to Kelowna before Shanda’s departure for a great adventure, and possibly her last visit before I move away. We have no way of knowing how long it will be before the three of us are reunited.
It is important to remember that the power of our mind does not only apply to weather. It is easier to view our separation with eyes of sorrow, but it is more beneficial to see it as an opportunity. We will see each other again someday, and it is clear that we will appreciate it much more than if we lived side by side. It is easy to take people and things for granted when they are nearby. We are programmed to habituate. Being apart will make our visits significant and memorable.