The Fog

For a whole week, the city was cloaked in grey, but it wasn't rain. Not this time.

In the morning, I wake to two o'clock darkness even though my alarm told me it was seven, and as I stepped out the front door the sounds of the city felt close, as if I had entered a sound-proof room. It's what a concert would sound like if you were underwater I imagine. The cold was sharp too, permeating through even the thickest, warmest winter jacket. My bus appeared from nowhere, headlights shining as long cones through the damp air and I stepped up into dry, recycled heat.

All together, it's a weird feeling.

Every year it seems, this city is covered like this. Usually the fog rolls in and vanishes within a day or so. This year it's lasted over a week. To see what the city actually looks like when it happens, a Google image search for 'vancouver fog' gives a fair idea.

It's amazing for a few reasons. Firstly, if you've ever wanted to know how the Care Bears live, well let me tell you it not nearly as bright and happy as they make out. Their fur is probably wet and matted, and I imagine that doesn't smell to hot... but hey, it's cool being in a cloud no matter how gross wet fur smells.

Secondly, you get some great photo ops. Actually I spent a whole night out and around the city taking footage and stills. It's so dramatic I couldn't pass it up! There's a couple of projects in the works which I'm sure the footage will be useful to have.

Thirdly, it gives me a great segue into my next blog post...

Stay tuned.

Jimzip :D