I traipsed down the path and struck off into the trees to find "my" cedar. I set up the tripod and took a handful of photos. As I was moving the camera, I looked down to see a gorgeous patch of fresh bleeding heart flowers just blooming, their distinctive leaves bright green in the gloom, and dappled with glowing water droplets. I couldn't resist photographing them as well, but had to give up soon after that due to the rain getting a little heavier.
I drove round to Third Beach and parked up next to the restaurant there, and walked to the edge of the cliff above the seawall. I'd not stopped here to look at the view before, and was delighted to find a clear vantage point over the beach itself, further revealed by the lowering tide. A few patches of seabirds bobbed around here and there; the occasional cormorant flew by inches above the water. My view was drawn upwards when I heard a cawing crow, and I was greeted by the sight of a bald eagle drifting barely 20 m overhead. It was almost completely silent, and I had the place pretty much to myself - no one else could be bothered to get out of their car.
Sanity restored. I should really visit Stanley Park more often.
My favourite tree
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