My day initially belonged to Granville Island. But naturally not without ulterior motives. Even in the morning, I knew where the evening would lead me. 

From my later position at False Creek, I would be able to photograph BC Place exactly in the direction of the setting light. So, I set off on foot early. 

This walk toward downtown already became part of the story. Even before the blue took over the city, a wonderful evening light lay over the harbor. 

The stadium alone was not the picture. For me, the decisive element was that brief moment of the blue hour, when BC Place, the skyline, and False Creek almost merged into a single world of color. 

Deep blue in the sky, architecture, and water – broken by golden windows and long light reflections. For a few minutes, the stadium no longer felt like an individual structure, but like a piece of this city's light.

Red and magenta cirrus clouds drifted across the sky, boats lay in the water, and new perspectives opened up again and again between Granville Island and downtown. 

But my actual goal was further ahead. When I reached my location at False Creek and saw the illuminated stadium in front of me, I simply stood there for a moment.

Then the routine kicked back in. Tripod out. Align the camera. Exposure bracketing. Check. Wait. Photograph again. 

It was precisely here that the blue hour itself became part of the work. Within an astonishingly short amount of time, the entire atmosphere changed. And suddenly, it was no longer a question of whether I had a shot. But rather, which one it would be.