Everything is coming up red and white. Richmond, as well as Vancouver, is starting to bloom with the Canada colours, getting ready for the Olympics. Yesterday I saw some creative person had the Olympic rings made out of Christmas lights on his front lawn. That was pretty cool, much cooler than the few souls who are still displaying full Christmas get-up(do they not realize it’s almost the end of January?)
On Saturday we decided to walk around Richmond and see what pre-Olympic stuff was going on, plus take a look at, as well as pictures of, the strange looking sculptures that are presently implanted in our beautiful city – Vancouver doesn’t have the dibs on odd, it seems.
Howard wasn’t very pleased when I gave him shit for parking in the mall parking lot while we walked – I could imagine coming back to an empty parking stall as our car was conveniently parked under a sign that warned us if we left the lot, our car would be towed. Then before we actually walked off the lot, I happened to ask him if he had the camera, which he hadn’t. Needless to say, neither did I.
No one spoke a word as we drove back to the house for the camera. The air was pretty staticky though. One wrong word and the car would have exploded.
This time he didn’t drive to the mall, but headed out in search of a place we could park with no threat of being impounded. Ha. I don’t know where the people in charge of the Olympics found them, but everywhere we looked had No Parking signs planted. We drove by some spectacular looking objets d’art – a huge head of Lenin with a crossbar-carrying dancer on his head – no, I’m not kidding – and a gigantic Inukshuk made of these huge boxes they use to transport goods. How impressive can you get.
The Olympic Oval was screened in with double fences and security guards, but I did manage to get a shot of the weird red thingies that hang in front of the building. The Oval is a gorgeous building. The weird red thingies look like oversized sieves. Words cannot express.
I’m looking forward to the Olympics, to the thousands of people milling around (and hopefully spending money at our store), to the Ozone, which is a 24 hour Party Zone sponsored by the Netherlands and is a couple of miles away from where we live. I’m hoping to meet lots of people, discover new things, and hopefully have fun – you’ll be sure to hear about it!
So if you get a chance to watch some TV coverage of the Olympics (besides the competitions, who the heck can afford to go to the events?) keep an eye out for me. I’ll be wearing a camera, carrying a notebook, and hopefully not bumping into flagpoles. I’ll wave!
On Saturday we decided to walk around Richmond and see what pre-Olympic stuff was going on, plus take a look at, as well as pictures of, the strange looking sculptures that are presently implanted in our beautiful city – Vancouver doesn’t have the dibs on odd, it seems.
Howard wasn’t very pleased when I gave him shit for parking in the mall parking lot while we walked – I could imagine coming back to an empty parking stall as our car was conveniently parked under a sign that warned us if we left the lot, our car would be towed. Then before we actually walked off the lot, I happened to ask him if he had the camera, which he hadn’t. Needless to say, neither did I.
No one spoke a word as we drove back to the house for the camera. The air was pretty staticky though. One wrong word and the car would have exploded.
This time he didn’t drive to the mall, but headed out in search of a place we could park with no threat of being impounded. Ha. I don’t know where the people in charge of the Olympics found them, but everywhere we looked had No Parking signs planted. We drove by some spectacular looking objets d’art – a huge head of Lenin with a crossbar-carrying dancer on his head – no, I’m not kidding – and a gigantic Inukshuk made of these huge boxes they use to transport goods. How impressive can you get.
The Olympic Oval was screened in with double fences and security guards, but I did manage to get a shot of the weird red thingies that hang in front of the building. The Oval is a gorgeous building. The weird red thingies look like oversized sieves. Words cannot express.
I’m looking forward to the Olympics, to the thousands of people milling around (and hopefully spending money at our store), to the Ozone, which is a 24 hour Party Zone sponsored by the Netherlands and is a couple of miles away from where we live. I’m hoping to meet lots of people, discover new things, and hopefully have fun – you’ll be sure to hear about it!
So if you get a chance to watch some TV coverage of the Olympics (besides the competitions, who the heck can afford to go to the events?) keep an eye out for me. I’ll be wearing a camera, carrying a notebook, and hopefully not bumping into flagpoles. I’ll wave!
Can't wait to see you on TV!! I'll wave back!
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