1 March 2026 — Sub-categories of landscape. Skyscape and streetscape and alleyscape and (why not) trailscape. Plus a final skyscape flourish, courtesy of a friend and moon-focused, to round it off.

A completely arbitrary grouping! Just how I happened to cluster what I’ve noticed, over the past few days.

This brooding late-afternoon sky, (precisely 5:24:43 PST, said my camera), with reflected last slivers of sunlight in a few windows and early neon glowing on the streets.

The next morning, walking to Gallery Jones on East 1st Ave, I’m hit first by a smellscape of warm cinnamon bun…

and then, peering through the open door, see the cause of the aroma: stacks of newly-baked buns in this wholesale bakery, with a worker wiping his cheek as he advances on yet another tray.

From streetscape to alleyscape, somewhere to explore until the gallery opens its doors. Never mind, who needs curated art on walls when the alley offers a Blue Period worthy of Picasso?

All the textures, all the varieties of blue in that wall of corrugated metal. Whether long shot, as above, or up close to the window (which in turn frames reflected skyscape).

The same blue on the adjacent wall, providing a sleek, smooth No Parking backdrop…

for bicycle parts that are definitely & definitively parked.

Another cultural excursion the following day — this one for Maximilien Brisson’s glorious creation, Scorrete lagrime mie, at St. Anselm’s Church on the UBC grounds.

The church sits right next to various trails into Pacific Spirit Regional Park and, post-concert, I am pulled onto the Salish Trail…

by this sentinel tree, this doorman tree, imposing in his winter greatcoat of emerald velvet.

The trailscape unfolds around me.

Next up, an arched branch…

proving that left-over tassels of autumn red are just as striking as winter moss green.

To my left, farther away, another arched branch…

proving that (nyah nyah) you can have just as much impact, stark naked.

Round another bend in the trail, where first a ragged spire of ancient tree trunk…

and then a fresh-cut end of tree trunk…

prove that, in the bravura sweepstakes, red cedar always wins.

Back home, delighted with memories of both the concert and the trail, I open a text from a friend for yet another delight. It’s a skyscape photo to round off my collection…

her (7:55:07 PST) moon tribute to, as she points out, “the 12th day of the lunar new year.”

Thank you, ST.