Two consecutive blog posts in a row? Shocking, I know. No, I’m not sick, just trying to catch up on things, and well, here you have it.
Another mountaintop post and photos, and just my luck, it had to be very very overcast that day, making it impossible to
appreciate even see the views from Top of the World. Still, not complaining, I guess now I just have an even better excuse to go back to Whistler soon. Even with the clouded views, whatever I did get to see was lovely and I consider myself lucky I got to experience any of it at all.
Unfortunately, between the clouds and the on-and-off rain, I wasn’t able to take very many photos. So if you’re ever in Vancouver, definitely make sure to schedule at least a day trip to Whistler, ride the gondolas up the mountain, especially the glass-bottom peak-to-peak one, and experience it all yourself. Rain or no rain, you’ll love it, I promise!
Have you ever felt like you have lived many lives in your short not-even-over lifetime? Because I have, for many years. I look back at certain periods of my life, and they seem to have been a whole other life, a lifetime ago. Usually, these chapters of my life are well defined by specific events, situations and locations, and have a clear beginning and end. They are all so different from one another. The memories of them sometimes feel like I’m watching a dream or a movie, and I find myself trying to grasp the fact that I’ve actually lived thru them all myself.
The most recent experience with this sensation relates to my time in Canada, which has kind of taken me by surprise. It was barely a month ago that I was still in the northern country, enjoying a lovely weekend in Victoria with my dearly beloved…how can that feel like a lifetime ago already? It feels like such a different life, so far removed from where I stand now. Perhaps it has to do with so much happening in such a short period time; perhaps it’s all this coming and going that messes with my perception of time, of movement, of life, making me feel at times even disoriented; perhaps it’s just the nostalgia of knowing such a wonderful summer, a lovely time in my life, even if ever matched or surpassed by others (they do say the best is yet to come), is after all unrepeatable.
They also say that to remember is to live again, so as I share my photos of the Butchart Gardens and Victoria’s downtown with you, I can almost go back in time and relive it all. Unfortunately for you guys, my photos don’t come even close to making Victoria, the gardens and all of their beauty justice. Actually, I don’t think any photo ever will. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy them.