If you look at the top of this page, you may find pleasing to the eye a pair of planes. These Harbour Air seaplanes were photographed by talented Briana and she very graciously applied them to the front bumper of this web-log.

At that time she and I lived not three blocks from where these planes and others of their ilk could be seen idling at all hours of the day and night, should one care to see them. They would fly in from parts unknown (or Nanaimo) and land in Coal Harbour and disgorge their folk onto the dock.

Once, the seaplane became engorged with the very photographer who took the above photos only to deposit her into the waiting arms of her fuzzy lover in Victoria last November. Ahh, la Bree en Rose. Romantique, c’est vrai?

Now however, we live no longer by the sea and all of its aircraft but rather on the roaring Fraser River, at the Quay, in New Westminster. It would be dishonest to continue associating myself with these high-flyers now that I’m a burb-blogger. I need a new photo, I need a make-over.

Papa needs a brand new bag!

But what? What image can hold the front line and convey all that is -me- and -New Westminster- and -the Fraser River-. Skytrain? No, too in-other-suburbs-as-well. The Tin Soldier at the Quay? No too, um , too irrelevant.

Give us a hint, guv?