Well, I've walked two hundred miles, now look me over. It's the end of the chase and the moon is high. It won't matter who loves who [you'll love me or I'll love you] when the night comes falling from the sky.
I love your photos of vancouver at night. There's a wonderful feeling I always get when I'm there in empty areas like that. Like a stolen moment almost, it doesn't seem like it should ever be empty. Your photos, especially the colour ones, capture that.
