Fraser River at Dusk

This was the last picture I took on my journey over the Rockies. The light was fading to unusable, the battery died after this photo, and the mountains ended. As the bus descended into the urban crawl of Vancouver and its satellite communities I had to reflect on the majesty of 'the creation' and the strange choices that had led me to catch the moment I left mountains on the last picture in the last fragment of light.

'What's for you won't go by you,' I've been told. Indeed.