BC Place

The day belonged to Granville Island. The evening had belonged to another place since the morning.

I knew where I wanted to be: at False Creek, looking at BC Place, straight toward the setting light.

So I set off early, on foot.

The walk was part of it. Evening light lay over the harbour, red and magenta veils of cloud, boats on the water.

At my spot I first just stood there. I almost forgot to photograph.

Then routine set in. Tripod, aligning the camera, bracketed exposures, checking, waiting.

In a short time the whole mood changed. The blue grew deeper, the windows began to glow, the reflections in the water grew longer.

At some point I stopped asking whether I had a picture. Only which one.

I would have liked to stay. But a few minutes away the next motif was waiting, and the blue hour waits for no one.