17 December 2023 – Ripples, both literal and figurative — ripples in the water, and then the rippling on of my walk from that starting point.

I’m en route some shops in the Cambie/Broadway area, enjoying sunshine & the False Creek south-side Seawall as I go.

Even on this calm day, ripples are dancing the image of Science World in the waters below…

and playing with the reflections around one of the Creekside Paddling Centre docks.

(Do please click that link! I’ve just learned this small Centre handles the largest volume of paddlers on the continent, and is home to both the Canadian International Dragon Boat Festival Society and the BC Mobility Opportunities Society — a range of public-access and competitive-focus accomplishments made possible, in part, by the facility’s innovative design.)

Crows gossip in their favourite daytime roost in Hinge Park…

while one person stares westward from a water’s-edge log, and another takes the final steps across the causeway from Hinge Park to Habitat Island just beyond.

At Spyglass Place Dock, I stare westward for a while myself, enjoying the view and the assorted marine life, from ferries to ducks.

I do not yield to the temptation of a sit-me-down in one of those Muskoka chairs. Instead, I angle slightly south, away from the water and beneath the Cambie Bridge ramps, where…

I briefly watch a couple spend as much time laughing as playing table tennis, and then…

take the crooked little path that runs between Commodore Road and West 2nd Avenue.

I should put that in quote marks: “crooked little path.”

Any such path so-named, in my vocabulary, showing how imprinted I still am by the bedtime stories I was told in my young childhood. Lots of Winnie the Pooh, but some Thornton Burgess as well, including his eponymous 1946 title, The Crooked Little Path.

Over by Ash Street, I salute one of the Yarn Bomber’s offerings…

then cross West 2nd and climb my way south to Broadway.

Digging in my pocket for my shopping list as I go.