Like walking through a door

At the beginning of what would be a long, stressful day, crossing the Alex Fraser bridge from cold and dark Delta, a view of morning sunlight on new snow greeted me:

Bridge supports and trucks. Snow beyond.

On the down slope. North shore mountains and Burnaby centre.

I really needed that. The sun shone all morning, too.

By the BCFerries terminal ...

... on a cold, cold, afternoon.

Ferry coming in.

Docking.

Off-loaded cars racing down the causeway.

We walked on the beach at Tsatsu Shores.

Traffic and teasels.

On that beach, a kid had been imitating adult behaviour:

Bumper to bumper.

We had gone to see herons; we found them. Story tomorrow.
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