The "home boy". These tiny bundles of feathered aggression are much smaller than they appear in telephoto photographs.
Suddenly a gap in the clouds opens and reveals rainfall on the lower slopes of the Garibaldi massif.
I must not take for granted where I live and how I managed to take a love for riding bikes on slopes and turn it into a life in mountain biking paradise. The word "literally" gets used far too frequently these days, but having said that, these trails are "literally" in my backyard.
