A friend came by for dinner last night, but before tucking into the roast, we all took a walk a few blocks away to the beach and our occasional sledding slope.

The sky was doing something spectacular. The wind had begun to shred the low and heavy clouds to ribbons, and the reflection off the snow had strewn the sky with every color in the visible spectrum, the pastel version anyways.

Think of this one as an action shot.

What can I say. There was something about the blur that spoke to me.

Our sledding hill flanks one side of False Creek. Across the way is our local planetarium, the HR MacMillian Space Center in Vanier Park. A very distinct looking building in the shape of a First Nation's hat.

It looked particularly lovely last night.

Four more days to Xmas. Alas the snow is meant to begin its melt on Friday, and so another day of winter fun before it gets soggy. NO a white Christmas but getting closer.

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