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"That's where my memories lay, on the banks of the English Bay. Beneath the tree-lined cityscape, the grey sky and the falling rain."
Kate. Canadian. Twenty-something. Die hard Vancouver Canucks fan. Loves music, hockey, movies, travelling, history & the city of Vancouver.
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There’s nothing like cheering on your team with 18,000 other fans. There’s nothing like being there.
Morning Light (by `James Wheeler)
After the Rain had Stopped (by DTBの写真撮影)
Spanish Banks (by traceylikesyou)
“Let’s be honest. It didn’t start out very well. A tragic death on Day 1. An embarrassing malfunction at the worst possible moment of the Olympic opening ceremonies. The snow melting away on Cypress Mountain. The cauldron crudely fenced off from those who wanted to bask in its glow. It seemed like Canada’s Olympics might not recover from that stumbling start. And that was before we realized it wasn’t going to be quite so easy to own the podium. Before the crushing pressure to perform at home shattered the confidence of some of Canada’s best medal hopes. But even as those inside the Olympic bubble were fretting and wringing their hands. On the outside, on the streets (and not just here in Vancouver and Whistler, but right across Canada) something remarkable was taking place. It was as though an entire country was given permission to feel something it needed to feel. And it was the country that set the tone for these games and NOT the other way around. A sense that began with the torch relay and kept right on building. Even after Alexandre Bilodeau’s victory (the historic first gold medal) and those unforgettable images of him with his brother, it wasn’t quite the script we were expecting. The story was supposed to be all about winning. About finishing first. About putting a new swagger in our step. It turns out, the swagger was already there. It was just waiting for the right stage. And by the time Jon Montgomery made his famous stroll through the streets of Whistler, all of Canada was walking beside him, reaching for that pitcher of beer. The number of medals didn’t really matter. Though, in the end, the numbers going to be just fine. We didn’t really need to own anything. What mattered was the occasion. What mattered was the event. What mattered was the excuse to wave the flag and sing the anthem and shout it out loud. Cynicism is easy. So is retreating into historic grudges. So is looking at a world in which what were once borders are now dotted lines at best. And believing it doesn’t really matter what you call yourself or where you live. It DOES matter, or at least it can. It IS important to have a share of history. There IS power in the collective experience. And, admit it: it feels good. It feels good to let your heart show.”
- Stephen Brunt
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Did you know Rogers Arena lights up every time the Canucks score?
(via sedintwins)
Pretty amazing photo of my apartment during the Remembrance Day parade of 1946. The couple sitting on the window ledge are just outside my living room.
As mentioned above, this is one of my best friend’s apartment building. This is such an amazing little piece of Vancouver history.
Celebrate Responsibly posters (This Is Our Home PSA)
(via van-canucks)
(via van-canucks)
