accidental late-night adventure…

It all began with a telephone call and strange lights emanating from the sky.It was 1:30 am and I just finished working on my taxes. Wide awake and wondering what to do, I accidentally called my late-night-neighbour, suspecting she was still up. As we began talking about seriously important world events, she began to notice strange lights flickering from above the towering apartment buildings that surrounded us here in Vancouver.

Earlier on in the evening, I watched The Fourth Kind’, a pseudo-documentary film about alien abductions in Dome, Alaska, so I was intrigued to see what was happening in our fair city, obviously on an alien-kick. Always on the lookout for something new and interesting to do, I spontaneously-accidentally ‘encouraged’ a late-night field trip. One can never have too many of those. So off we went into the night, wearing nothing but our slippers, fleece pajamas and gortex – along with popcorn and camera in hand.

We didn’t exactly come across extraterrestrials. Instead, we met one of the fellows who was setting up the Vectorial Light Show for the Olympics, making sure the lights were properly calibrated. Just as he was telling us to come and check it out over the next few days, one of the lights on the other side of the water went crazy and started to light up the apartment buildings behind it, facing the wrong direction.

“Kill the lights, kill the lights!!!” our new friend screamed into his hand-held walkie-talkie.

Apparently, these lights can travels as far as 5 miles out into the sky, so anyone standing on their balcony at that moment in time would get a wee sunburn.

With my fabulous zoom lens, I snapped some photos of whoever was messing around with the lights on the other side of the water. That night, I emailed him these photos, along with a few really nice ones of the lights.

Next thing I know, I get an email from Montreal. Rafael Lozano-Hemmer, the head honcho of the light show, asked permission to use one of my photos on his website.

Of course, you know this makes me famous. (In my own mind, anyhow…)

A great way to end the night and the month of January.

But now it’s time to go to bed and dream of electric sheep.