Clear skies and fluffy cotton-candy clouds. This picture of a vast blue with sudden interjections of white is what comes to mind when I recollect my time in Vancouver. From the moment of stepping outside the airport and driving down the Sea-to-Sky Highway to Whistler, to making merry on the streets of Gastown and simply tucking into good street food&mdashthe blue sky was a constant. If you haven&rsquot already guessed, clear skies and I have a long-standing romance. The internet throws up various matches on sky photography and, unfortunately, I am yet to master even the basics. But that has never stopped me from attempting to capture the beautiful blue, and Vancouver gave me enough opportunities to improve.


