Pointing in the right direction

Found this lovely Vizla while having a walk yesterday: I think he spotted one of the many squirrels in the park. Fall really is my favourite season here, with the subtle (and not-so-subtle, in some cases) colours as the vegetation changes. On a bright sunny crisp days, it's hard to stay inside.



The bad news here is that I'm not working at the editing job as much as I thought I was going to be, but the good news is that I'm making more art: I'm of mixed emotions about this, but I must admit that I like doing art much much more. Most importantly, I was asked to create a large new installation piece for a show next month, and I have the time and energy, and especially the enthusiasm, to build it.

And it's going to be a challenge as well: I've never built an artwork that's twelve feet tall and lights up, but the more I gather together all the fibre I need for it, the more I'm excited about what it will look like when it's done.



Of all the vegetation that changes here, the larches are my personal favourite: their peak up in the mountains was three weeks ago, but the ones here in the city -- transplants, not native at the city's lower elevation -- are in full colour now. I think I spent a good twenty minutes shooting the ones I visited yesterday.



Today is National Depression Screening Day, and for the first time since 2010, I passed with flying colours: it's one thing to feel less horrible, but now I've got some independent confirmation. And that makes me feel even better.