Stone Voice
I'm watching the Merchant of Venice in a gigantic tent close to the Pacific at Bard on the Beach in Vancouver. 24k roses The rear of the set is available to the sky and just past the trader's head a bald eagle is being mobbed by a herd of gulls. A float plane is winging in across English Bay and a journey transport sails past while heading to Alaska. As the sun sets, the lights happen up at the culmination of Grouse, Vancouver's colder time of year ski mountain, and meanwhile, the joggers, cyclists and skateboarders pound the way along the close by sea.
