Street Scenes

As I was walking to work today, I spotted a heart on the pavement. As you may have surmised by now, hearts catch my eye--I can't help it! I spent some time bending over it trying to get my camera setting off a crazy colour switch mode and into regular mode. Should have had breakfast this morning, it took me longer than usual to set things up. As I'm clicking the shutter on the shot below (well hidden under my umbrella), I hear a concerned "Are you ok?" from behind me. Confusedly I straightened up and let the lovely women walking her dog know that, yes I was ok. She thought I was bending over with stomach pains, perhaps wretching up something from the night before. Hilarious! And nice to know that there are still Good Samaritans out there, concerned about a stranger's well being. Thanks Miss Samaritan.

So without recounting the myriad of thoughts flowing through my mind on the rest of the walk to work, here are some street photos I have taken in the last week, including the one from this morning.

Abandoned Heart

Granville Island Drainpipe

Liv Die

Shingled Seattle Church

Happy Manhole Cover

L.A. Confidential

This is Erin from the Vancouver shop, here to report my safe return from the land of endless sunshine and endless highways. That's right, I have just returned from my first ever trip to L.A.! We did all the things good little tourists do: Venice Beach is hilarious and beautiful, the Santa Monica Pier is spectacularly cheesy (in a good way), and I loved every minute of being accosted by Scientologists on the Walk of Fame (they are *everywhere* down there. It's amazing!). Naturally, Rodeo Drive was also fairly resplendent; what it lacks in the sort of quirky charm we here at Lily excel at it more than makes up for in pure, unadulterated, shiny-ness.

All in all, I'd say the only downside to our little adventure was having "Hollywood" stuck in my head for four days--sorry to all the Heart fans out there (and I know you're out there!). Also, if anyone can explain the infamy of Hollywood and Vine, I'd love to hear about it in the comments. We were at a bit of a loss to figure out how an intersection dominated by a Chase Manhattan branch and, if I recall, a GAP came to represent such depths of moral turpitude, but seedy tales of murky pasts are always good fun!