46: STANDING AMONG THE LIGHTS

Today's photo was a failure. These were definitely not what I was going for. I just can't figure out how to properly execute the images in my head.

18: SKERRY BOOTS

I bought some Tretorn rubber boots from Hills during my lunch break yesterday for 50% off! And I just looked at their website, and these boots are designed for sailing. I am one step closer to realizing my dream of being a sailor!

358: AT THE OVAL

Contentment: Climbing, skating, sushi, and catching up with friends.

352: LADY GAGA SHOES

Cat, who I think should take my suggestion of blogger name Homestyle Oatmeal, is back from Paris and sporting some interesting shoes at Tim Horton's.

344: DRY SHOES

I had to borrow my mother's shoes because my work shoes were still wet from walking and bussing home in the rain yesterday and stepping into multiple puddles.

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293: UNDERNEATH THE MAPLE TREE

I went for a bike ride today, and I had two separate cyclists start conversations with me while I was biking. The first man asked me about the gears and brakes on my bike. The other man, who I conversed with as we biked past 20 blocks, asked me if I was from China. Why do middle aged Caucasian men always ask me if I'm from China?!

Anyway I was loving the colorful leaves on the grass so much that I had to stop biking so I could take pictures. It was my first time using the "vibrant" mode on my camera.

262: WOOD, STONES, GRASS

Sunny days make me want to take a walk, so I hopped off the bus early and walked home on the railroad tracks after work. I ended up working seven hours straight and leaving one and a half hours early - it gives me so much time after work! Now I understand why some people don't mind not having breaks.

90: FERRY FEET

On my way home from Nanaimo. I haven't had a sunny ferry ride since last summer!

77: RED CONVERSE

On woodchips, highlighted by a ray of sunlight.

15: CLIMBING UP THE WALLS

Here we have my rock climbing shoes hanging from a stick.

Rock climbing is one of my new favorite hobbies, but I don't know many people who can belay, meaning that I can't go very often. I'd go rock climbing all the time if I had the choice. Although, according to my mother, it does mean that my hands will get so rough from holding onto rocks that no man will want to hold my hand in the future...