31 December 2017 – My last walk for 2017, and it wasn’t even planned. At least, not the Granville Island bit and the discoveries that followed.
I’m just out there to celebrate the fact the early morning fog has yielded to a sparkling bright day. My path takes me toward Granville Street, remarking lingering hoar frost as I go …
and still marvelling at all the happy palm trees. With their holiday lights woven around their trunks.
One footstep leads to another, you know how that is, and here I am, under the Granville St. bridge.
I decide not to plunge into the shops and other temptations of the Granville Island Market. I turn right — eastward — to make my way to the Seawall along False Creek and then back home.
Indeed, I am away from the jolly shops. Look, a working crane.
Seven tons max, in case you care.
I love its strong lines, its beauty-through-utility, its sheer domination of the scene.
And I love the sturdy metalwork that supports it …
and the multi-coloured teardrop I discover at its base.
No, of course I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s another bit of beauty-through-utility, or maybe just beauty. Because it is beautiful, is it not?
More step-step-step, and I’m walking along the backside of Sea Village, a private houseboat enclave I have admired during ferry rides but have never seen up close.
Very swell houseboats, I must say, with clever mini-gardens …
and completely wonderful mailboxes! I want one of those mailboxes.
I’m still bush-whacking, wondering how/where/when I’ll find myself on the official Seawall path — but not worried. Too much to enjoy meanwhile.
Such as a wedding couple being posed for their photos at the crest of Ron Basford Park (eastern knob of Granville Island) …
and a very handsome but frustratingly anonymous sculpture down here at water level.
A pedestrian wire-mesh lock-up for lifejackets and boats near-by, made colourful by its contents.
Really, really colourful, when you get to the boats.
But they’re not colourful just for the sheer giddy fun of it. Those colours have purpose. As I discover.
One last glance back at the park, with Alder Bay to its right and False Creek beyond.
I think I’m about to join the Seawall … but no! A whole great chunk of it is closed for reconstruction. Big red detour signs arrow the alternate route. Bye-bye False Creek.
I follow the arrows eastward, then angle up through Charleson Park, admire more hoar frost (and, equally, the snake-fence construction) …
and head home.
A First Wish
Not quite 2018 where I am, but close enough to salute the year, and also all of you who, through your interest, add so much to my walks.
Here is my wish: may we all experience what poet John O’Donohue describes in the poem below. I first heard it when a dear friend brought one of his books to our Solstice Lunch on the 21st.
She opened the book …
and read us this poem.
Happy New Year. “Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning.”
Brett
/ 1 January 2018Penny, nice walk and sentiment. Best wishes to you for a graceful year ahead.
icelandpenny
/ 9 January 2018I enjoy the idea of a graceful year. May we all grow in grace.Happy new year to you as well, I look forward to more of your always perceptive posts.
Brett
/ 11 January 2018🙂
Rick H
/ 1 January 2018Happy New Year!
The “multi-coloured teardrop” looks like it is some sort of buoy, probably for off-quay mooring.
icelandpenny
/ 9 January 2018Yes, thanks. Frances said the same thing.
Blane Hogue
/ 1 January 2018I love every one of your walks Penny, and look forward to your 2018 discoveries. All the very best for the new year.
Richard Schulte
/ 1 January 2018Out you stepped onto new ground… Happy New Year!
morselsandscraps
/ 1 January 2018What a wonderful wish for the year, and a wonderful poem. To say nothing of your images and words. I’m looking forward to walking with you though 2018. Good wishes for the year.
sloppy buddhist
/ 4 January 2018happy new year Penny…hope your new year bring you lots of walks and all good things ~ sending joy hedy ❤
icelandpenny
/ 9 January 2018And happy new year to you. So far, my year is wonderful. But we just have to go out and meet the year, don’t we? It’s up to us…
sloppy buddhist
/ 11 January 2018i need to go to Vancouver i have family and friends…i’ve not seen and yes a Penny walk is long over due…BIG smiles to you…joy from cowtown ~ hedy 🙂