18 February 2017 – “Wet City.” That’s a clue. Make a guess.
Oh, never mind. The answer is: Vancouver, B.C.
I’m back in Vancouver, and, currently at least, this art gallery in the Mount Pleasant neighbourhood has exactly the right name.
Moments later, in a near-by alley, I see some hot art.
Though perhaps not exactly what the gallery owners had in mind.
It’s a damp, drizzly sort of Saturday, the moisture so soft & diffuse I mostly don’t notice it & never put up the hood on my jacket. A landscape, & seascape, of gauzey grey.
But… so mild.
See? Bare legs. And my jacket is half-open. (I mention all this diffidently. A pet peeve among eastern Canadians is the flood of photos this time of year from BC-coast friends, flaunting their crocuses & snowdrops & lattes out on a café patio.)
On the other hand, pooches must be pampered, even in mild weather.
I this this warning unnecessary — at least, today. Surely the attraction today would be unguarded expensive umbrellas!
So far, I’ve been looping around East & West Broadway Ave. Now I head on north to the water, to False Creek. Lots of people out & about — with dogs, with kiddies, with their FitBits & serious running gear, with snazzy bicycles — drawn to the parks & the Greenwall (seawall) that define south-east False Creek.
People out on the water as well. Dragon boats skimming in all directions. From ‘way out there somewhere, I can hear a cox barking at his crew, “Just think about what you’re doing!” But that’s the cox’s job, is it not? To bark?
And here’s another dragon boat, just about to set out from Spyglass Place Dock, by the Cambie Bridge. Though that’s not why I’ve stopped. I’ve stopped to enjoy the art.
Emily Gray is the artist, and if you click, you’ll get an aerial view of this mural.
I like the details all along the edge, including this fat little bumble bee.
I walk on east a bit along False Creek, into Hinge Park, admire yet more art. This time on wooden posts out in the water.
But, this time, I can’t tell you the artist. Or anything else about it. I just like it, I like it in combination with the tall towers & the spherical World of Science to the east. I’d like it with the mountains as well — if they were on offer. Which they aren’t.
Because, even though we’re having a moment of watery sunshine, the atmospheric theme du jour is, pervasively, droplets of rain.
When I reach Olympic Village, I make another stop. This one you can guess…
Of course. For a latte. (Some rituals travel so easily!) Then I walk on east & a bit south, angling to Main Street and my temporary home just beyond.
With a passing glance, on Main near East Broadway, at an editorial comment on life in Wet City.
Should I go back & buy it?
sloppy buddhist
/ 18 February 2017and did you go to buy it Penny? enjoy Vancouver 🙂
icelandpenny
/ 19 February 2017Not yet…
morselsandscraps
/ 19 February 2017Emily Gray poses an interesting question. What do you call art-on-the-ground? Strictly speaking, not a mural. Oh how picky I can be. You write the atmosphere of a raindroppy Vancouver day beautifully.
icelandpenny
/ 19 February 2017You’re right of course, a sidewalk is not a “mur.” The term seems to have expanded in meaning…
pdoherty
/ 19 February 2017Really enjoyed your post! Vancouver is very walkable and your keen eye picks up on interesting sights.
Rio
/ 19 February 2017Oh! Check out the Cinematheque on Howe Street. My son is the manager. Great little non-profit theatre. Today at 1:00 is showing The Peanut Butter Solution.
DJ
/ 19 February 2017Re Merde il Pleut – Yes!