happy birthday


I'm a bomb, can you hear me tick?
Beware if you turn me on
There is no safety switch


This morning I shot a family photo shoot. One of my photos turned out really spectacularly well, and all of them were very good and made me happy. In the afternoon I got some shots of the family's 1st Birthday Party for their little guy, which was fun. (The cake was excellent as well, and I normally despise cake. Cake icon!) After that I felt really wiped and so I just took a nap for a couple of hours and then got up just in time to catch a ride with the family in the direction of the famous Butchart Gardens, a huge selection of different theme gardens with a Fireworks show on Saturday nights. I took tons of insanely excellent flower photos. Saw a brilliantly green hummingbird and several dragonflies. The rose gardens were spectacular, nearly all the roses were at full bloom, just a little past their official prime, which is actually when I like them best. There were a couple of really nice varieties that impressed me greatly.

I wanted to note here that one of my theories has been forming and I noted that it was proving true at the gardens today. The theory at foundation level is that it is actually the pleasure of a woman that provides the most pleasure to men, wheras women find the most pleasure not in men but in stuff and in emotional instensity. Case in point with the gardens, what was happening in my line of sight, seeing as I was as much there to people-watch as flower-watch: there were a lot of women looking at flowers and a lot of men looking at the women who were really happy to be looking at flowers. I saw a lot of individual evidences across cultures today, since there's so many tourists here, and I feel like I have enough evidence for my theory to actually do a launch and see what everyone thinks of it.

I was too tired to see absolutely everything in the Gardens tonight properly, so I lined up an excellent front-row seat to the Fireworks and lay there listening to my new music playlist on my iPod, which led to a new favourite song. The fireworks were totally spectacular, and set to really nifty music that sounded like it was from the era when the gardens were conceived. There was one song in particular, a duet that was hauntingly beautiful and almost made me cry from the emotion and inspiration of it, it was a man and a woman singing and it talked about what the other person was to them, and the word springtime was in the chorus, but sadly I don't actually know enough lyrics to look it up. I emailed the gardens just in case they were willing to tell me what it was. Sounded like it was from a musical. EDIT: It's called "All The Things You Are" and the version I heard was with Rebecca Luker and others, and I think it's probably from her Broadway Album if I can ever find it.

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel glow that lights the star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Someday my happy arms will hold you,
And someday I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are, are mine

I was really impressed with the fireworks show. Totally worth what I paid for it.

On the way back I rode a double-decker bus for the first time, but didn't go upstairs because upstairs was full and I chose to get on at the standing room only point to get home just a little faster so I could do some photo editing and post here.

Victoria has been excellent, but I don't regret going home tomorrow. I'm pretty tired, but ready to go back home and sit around for a day or two after all this learning and touring. It will be kind of nice to sit around home working for a few days after all this crazy vacationing. It's always been a beef of mine that people don't actually vacation, they push themselves to see everything. I honestly didn't actually try to pack out my days here at all, though just walking around downtown put me into sensory overload. I've spent a lot of time visiting with the lovely folks I'm staying with, and I've done a good bit of sitting about in any place I liked, even off the beaten tourist trail on the docks (one of my favourite experiences here). This is the only aspect of travelling alone that I really enjoy - not being forced to follow another person's insane agenda for touring, but instead actually enjoying what you do see instead of trying to see everything. With the right person, someone who is at the same speed and interest levels as you, this can actually happen in pairs, but I think any more than two and it's too complicated to pull it off. It would have been nice to share this trip with someone, though.

So I conclude this evening with my batch conversion finished for the pictures, palpable exhaustion, and a rather emptier bag of scrumptious native B.C. cherries. Home in less than 24 hours. I look forward to it.
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