162. by ruhee_ http://instagram.com/p/tf6uY_Fx1Z/
Swag from today’s #Helios #Ingress anomaly in #yvr by ve7cxz http://instagram.com/p/teMhZJDVME/
Derek Jeter Isn’t The Greatest Player Ever by Keith Olbermann
Sunshower over the Eastside Crawl office.
by sengsuriya http://instagram.com/p/tO9_vrp_0N/
Plumbing done wrong. I’m not entirely sure why a toonie was involved in the first place, but there it is. by donnamatrix http://instagram.com/p/tOO_rNAT40/
The Fire Will Be Your Own by Shiran Pasternak
Josh // “Between The Stops” // Vancouver Cycle Chic Films by vancyclechic
R.A. Dickey Talks Life Knuckleballs with Dickies by Dickies
Drone’s eye view of Burning Man 2013 by Eddie Codel
by jasonvanderhill http://instagram.com/p/slqTnkIsKE/
You told me, Father, that wolves will pursue for days, will wage a war that’s slow and patient, that wolves are so frightening not because of their fangs and claws but because of their intelligence, because of their hunger. I see this now, right here. I see the moment in the snow when the deer finally has nothing left, and the wolves join together as a pack, hungry and smart. I see the deer knowing that its fate has arrived and yet it prepares itself to fight as hard as it can for the slim chance its gut is telling it wrong, for the simple fact this is what it’s meant to do, this fighting to live. The deer’s tongue sticks out from its mouth it’s so tired, and in this clearing in the half moon of last night, the wolves slip around the animal, weaving like shadows, growling directions to each other, the lead wolf holding back, allowing the younger ones to keep the deer’s attention. And then the time presents itself. The lead wolf, having slowly, slowly crept close as the others snap and growl, the deer pawing snow and pinned between them and the cedar too thick to pass through, then lunges low and hard and from the side when the deer turns its head away, and the lead wolf latches onto the deer’s thigh as hard as he can, feeling his teeth penetrate the coarse fur of the winter coat. He holds on to the thick strap of skin and muscle he’s taken into his mouth and the others know as sure as they know anything that he has the deer as it tries to bolt away through the pack, screaming out in fear as the others descend and begin biting, too, their teeth as sharp and pointed as flint knives, the deer being dragged to the ground now, trying to kick itself backup but exposing its belly in the process and the strongest of the pack, so hungry, so desperate to feed, snap hard at the soft fesh, ripping skin and tasting the blood that drives them to snap and rip more.The Orenda by Joseph Boyden, p. 49.
Old Vancouver Transit Fares by Steve Chou Photos