I shouldn't have done it, but I snuck this shot of the garden we were shooting for a magazine on Friday. I took it with my phone, so the quality is..well, it's not good. This little path lead down to the ocean. This was a home of opulence. More money than I can grasp right on the beach in West Vancouver - one of the most expensive places to live in the world. Do they use the beach - no. Do they live in the home - hardly at all. Do they know what they have?! Sigh.
They had a large water fall installed to drown out the deafening sound of gentle waves lapping on the sea shore. That seems to me, very ungrateful. I think that there are some people that need to be reincarnated as a puddle. Just a little puddle somewhere peaceful where they can reflect for a while. Or at least until a shiny black Aston Martin races through them, turning their world to mud. The passenger, some foreign model with legs up the yahoo and a head wrap right out of Vogue.
Yes, for those of you wondering, I did indeed parked my pontiac vibe next to their convertible Aston Martin and the model was real. Who cares, I like my ten dollar joe fresh t-shirt and 39.00 dollar jeans with the yogurt smear that Lily applied that morning.
