Some days, I'm amazed that this city still functions. There is no part of it that isn't under construction. This shot is from the Cambie Street bridge. I shouldn't have even been on it. Blame construction. The last bus stop before my intended destination is half a mile to the right of frame (south, for you compass-oriented folks). The last bus stop used to be right at the southern foot of the bridge, but not anymore! Which, as you might guess, I wasn't aware was of. So, I wound up on the opposite side of the bridge from my where I wanted to be and had to walk back over.

On the "up" side, I got this shot.

I wonder if this perplexes tourists. These trucks are, obviously, right in the middle of a concrete "factory" (I have no idea what else it might be called). About 100 yards to the right of this scene is Vancouver's major art school. Less than 50 yards to the left is Vancouver's major outdoor/indoor market. Immediately behind me is a slowly creeping line of traffic made up of carloads of people either looking for a parking space (there ain't any by this time of day) or looking to get the hell out of the place (there's only one narrow road out). The whole thing sits on a piece of waterfront on False Creek. Which itself tends to be full of very large, very expensive, very white yachts. It's a kind of a "mixed land use" area.

I just finished reading "The Road", by Cormac McCarthy. Spare yourself. Don't try. The fact that Oprah liked it should tell you all you need to know. Or, to be blunt, it's really, really, really not good.