Here's a little scene from a couple weeks ago in Vancouver, in the Chinatown section of town. I spent a little time wandering around, looking over the shops full of dried goods, and mulling through some of souvenir joints. This is the kind of thing I am attracted by- the little details with stories of intrigue. It reminds me of a few spots in Sicily that I would have liked to set up and sketch, had I time. The little balconies with a string of shirts drying and a satellite dish. Nothing fancy; just the signs of humanity that you find all over the world.
The village of Fort Langley is a stone's throw from Trinity Western, where our son has started his first year of college. The village sits aside the Fraser River, the same name as the dorm where my son resides. Going to school in Canada fits him well, and several times he remarked how similar it felt to Germany. We moved him into his dorm room, met his new roommate, shopped around for some necessities, hung out nearby for a few days, then eventually had to say goodbye. Returning home, we find ourselves empty-nesters. This will take some getting used to, but we made it a point throughout our marriage to do things together without our kids just for fun, so the habit will definitely help us out.
Here's a sketch of a spot in Chinatown, near a place where my son found a local skate park. There's a great hole in the wall there where we found some delicious pesto and pasta. My son started at college, so we are officially empty-nesters now.