The Leaves are leaving….

Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.

The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
—The Falling of the Leaves, W.B. Yeats

Simple life

Homemade watermelon juice

Used up the left over

As simple as can be

I love simple life. It's so simple that it's impossible to f#@k it up.

The Shawshank Redemption (Mozart Opera Scene)

Mozart: Canzonetta sull'aria, Marriage of Figaro

“I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t wanna know. I would like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can’t be expressed in words and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man at Shawshank felt free.” —Red, The Shawshank Redemption

Russian Textiles

Vancouver Public Arts

Quebec St. @ National Ave.

Science World

Dragon Zone @ False Creek 

Hinge Park @ False Creek

Olympic Village Square

Olympic Village Square

Only connect...

Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. —E.M. Forster

That’s what E.M. Forster said on the first page in Howards End.

And at the Introduction by Benjamin DeMott… “the only living novelist who can be read again and again and who, after each reading, give me… the sensation of having learned something.”

E.M. Forster is not the easiest author to adapt to the screen as so much is left unsaid. The plot itself was always of secondary import to Forster, a Fabian who truly was a social commentator. 

It’s bluebells season in Vancouver now! Remind me so much about a scene in the 1992 film Howards End by Ivory and Merchant when Samuel West character Leonard Bast walking right out of London into a bluebells wood. 

I learned to love the bluebells.  

Edward Morgan Forster January 1, 1879 — June 7, 1970

Springtime in Vancouver

Every year in spring, Vancouver hosts the most stunning flower show on earth.