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Do they EVER not look pretty?

As I was driving to the grocery store today I was taken aback by the beauty of the mountains along my view. 

We've been here for over a year now, working and studying away, pleasantly surprised by the mild weather, not so surprised (or enthused) about the expenses here in the most beautiful & expensive end of the country.

It feels like home, like we've been here forever. And although I've spent a good chunk of this 'winter' outdoors, spring is making it feel even more like a renewal.

But even with all this comfort and homey-ness abound there is still one sight I'll never get used to. Those glorious mountains.

And even as the thought crossed my mind, "Wow, do they ever look pretty today" I had to correct myself.

I mean, do these suckers ever NOT look pretty?

Snapped during Vancouver 2010 ...... but they looked like this today... minus the cute boy in green

Comments

stagemanager2 said…
those beauties behind you will never look ugly... I'm pretty sure after us human's have left this planet those mountains will make the cockroaches pause a moment and say (in their squeaky high pitch language) "Wow, those are pretty!"
monnibo said…
I've lived here my whole life and I *still* think that on a near-daily basis

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