13 for 13

13 June 2025 – It is all very tidy — you’ll see 13 photos, and this is June 13th — but it is not at all what I thought I was going to do. I had a theme, and then I had another theme, and then it all got away from me.

As tends to happen.

(Not that it matters.)

The first theme announces itself as I walk down Quebec St. toward False Creek, and look eastward into the alley.

Perfect! One photo, a cutesy post title — something like “X’s and Oh!” perhaps? — and I’m done.

Then I see this.

OK! Two images, street theme, call the post “On the Street” — and I’m done.

Then, crossing the Science World parking lot just off the end of False Creek, I see this tired but happy paddle-boarder telling a friend her adventure before packing up.

Three images. But still OK, the Street theme holds.

Ah, but next, heading west along False Creek, I am seduced (not for the first time) by the magic transformation of an ordinary apartment building when it bounces off the mirrored, textured surface of Parq Casino.

My theme promptly morphs from “street” to “surface.” Any thing or any living creature, I decide, on any surface, horizontal or vertical. Suddenly, everything that interest me… qualifies.

One dragon boat and two Aquabus ferries, out there on the surface of the water.

Mussel shells on the Seawall cobblestones, just past Cambie Bridge. (What’s left after a crow hurls a mussel from a great height onto a hard surface, then swoops down to eat the contents exposed to him when the shell splits upon impact.)

Up on Cambie Bridge, the fourth annual Missing and Murdered Indigenous Men, Boys and Two Spirit People Memorial March.

Back under Cambie Bridge, blue rings on the surface of bridge pillars, marking what a 5-metre rise in sea levels will look like, plus paddlers on the water. Plus a crow, swooping through on the surface of the air.

A generous message painted on the back surface of this bench facing Habitat Island: “I love the strange people I don’t know.”

Vivid new growth, on the trunk of this conifer.

Two mutilated crow posters on an Ontario-Street utility box which, between them, almost add up to one complete crow.

My favourite enigmatic Street-Art Girl, a little battered by now (and aren’t we all), but still visible on the wall of that building overlooking the parking lot just off Ontario and 3rd Avenue.

And finally… my favourite birds nest, perched on the surface of this alley fence post, again just off Ontario Street but by this time between East 6th & 7th, as I head for home.

I am still planning a post title to fit my “surface” theme.

Until I count how many photos I’ve chosen, and see they total thirteen. On the 13th of June.

I know an act of force majeure when I meet one. I obey.

City, Grey & Green

16 May 2025 – It’s a chores + pleasure walk that will loop me west for a while and then back home. Practically just out my door, I’m standing transfixed by this — let’s face it — unexceptional street corner.

It’s exceptional only in that it is so very… city.

Street & sidewalk & sleek black new-build & fake Tudor old-build (to be incorporated into yet another new-build) & street murals & hydro wires & parked cars. Also trees bursting with spring blossoms & a blue sky over all.

All the entangled grey & green of a city. Grey, the hardscape of human construction; green, persistent nature; also “green,” human intervention meant to enhance nature, and co-exist rather than simply dominate.

Hardly an original thought, but it sticks in mind, and shapes how I see what I see, for the rest of my walk.

Oh, all right! It does not shape how I see what I see right here, chalked on a south-side rampart for the Cambie Bridge.

I throw this in, just because it is irresistible. Doubly cheeky, as well.

First, it suggests that We absorb Them, not vice-versa. Second, it demotes Them to the less-autonomous status of territory, not province. (Provinces exercise constitutional power in their own right; the three territories — Yukon, Northwest Territories and Nunavut — exercise delegated powers under the authority of the Parliament of Canada.)

Highly amused, I leave patriotic red & white behind me, and return to urban grey & green.

Lots of grey, as I start north across the bridge.

A bit of green, in those tall trees on the far right edge — and an impressive display of “green,” though it is literally coloured grey. Just left of the green trees, you’ll find what looks like the five fingers of an upraised hand, complete with fingernails. Those are the exhaust stacks of the Southeast False Creek Neighbourhood Energy Utility down below. The NEU transfers waste heat from area sewers to insulated underground pipes, which in turn distribute the energy (via hot water) to the neighbourhood.

Panoramic views of grey & green as I near the north end of the bridge, with parkland and trails either side of False Creek, framed by city buildings beyond.

Some tucked-away green, a “green” initiative of the City, below the north-end ramparts…

where some local residents sponsor a garden, under the City’s Green Streets program.

I cross Cooperage Way, heading back toward the water, and skirt the side of a kiddy playground. It’s an important amenity, amid grey Creek-side condo towers — “green” in itself, and with the hidden “green” of recycled car tires underfoot instead of concrete.

Plus! all that fresh-mown very green grass. And the intoxicating smell of fresh-mown grass.

More fresh-mown grass, and indeed the mower mowing, as I come alongside Concord Community Park.

Grey & green & “green.” And a question mark. Three acres of park, with basketball and volleyball and table tennis and Muskoka chairs and landscaping, and it’s all swell. It is also, maybe, temporary. Concord = Concord Pacific, “landlord” (as the City itself puts it) of great swathes of this land, and busy building buildings, because that’s what they do. I can’t find any clear statement of whether, or how long, this park will remain green before transforming to the grey of another condo tower.

I do find this City of Vancouver page about Northeast False Creek park design, all about revitalization plans for various City parks in this area. Which is good. The partners, however, are the City, the Vancouver Park Board (which the current City council wants the Province to eliminate) and Concord Pacific (aka the “landlord”).

I’d say the future balance of grey & green is still unknown.

Another unknown, as I round the end of False Creek and pass a bike ramp in Creekside Park.

Not a mystery to rival “who is Banksy?”, but a mystery nonetheless. I’ve seen several other of these whimsical little creations in other parks, signed OXIDE. No clue as to their artist’s identity, not even online — except for various people fretfully asking “Who is OXIDE?” and getting no answer.

The bike path, this bit behind Science World, is always busy. Grey, green and “green.”

I’m particularly taken by the living fences, the way living shoots are bent to edge the landscaping, growing more lush as the season progresses.

Bike accommodation across Quebec Street, on the pavement surround for the Main Street / Science World SkyTrain station.

Lots of grey, and, with those bike racks, some “green.” Literal green in some of the mosaics as well, especially this one in the foreground, titled Environment.

I lean in, to read the sticker somebody has slapped at the centre of each mosaic.

Well now.

If “green” is about preserving the planet, about co-existence and sustainability… then I hereby declare this sticker to be Honorary Green.

En Route

31 October 2024 – This little theme launches itself early yesterday evening, as I look out my window at a determined crow, en route his Burnaby roost in the driving rain.

It continues today, happily not in rain, as I walk homeward along False Creek. from the foot of Davie Street.

Where I see:

a seagull briefly resting on Jerry Pethick’s Time Top, en route (as wing direction soon suggests) Yaletown or thereabouts…

an Aquabus ferry en route the David Lam dock…

an impatient dog en route the Coopers’ Park off-leash dog park (once his owner stops fiddling with the gates)…

a flurry of leaves next to Coopers’ Park en route nowhere at all, but having themselves a brief moment of airborne excitement…

a young woman en route an even more limber body, at the Seawall in front of Coopers’ Park…

a Zipply courier en route his client, providing said client (per the website) with “a zero-emissions delivery solution,” all this in front of Cirque du Soleil’s production of Echo, en route (but not until February 2025) Houston, Texas…

and finally…

bus-riders, motorists, cyclists & pedestrians, collectively en route…

to everywhere they want their Compass cards, fuel tanks, legs & lungs to take them.

On the Bounce

18 April 2024 – A bright, gusty day and, I swear, you can practically see the sun’s rays bounce around in the breeze.

So I play that game, as I walk my Cambie Loop around the east end of False Creek. I watch the bounce of the sun, as it…

  • ripples across this disused West 1st Ave. workshop…
  • triangulates Science World’s geodesic dome…
  • transforms a boring building (L) into a darkly magic reflection (R)…
  • warms the backs of a newbie dragon boat team, intent on their coach’s mid-stream lecture…
  • sparkles a V-trail of diverging wakes, ferry eastbound but another dragon boat now veering west toward Cambie Bridge…
  • rolls across the spring-tidied plots of John McBridge Community Garden, beside the bridge…
  • and shoots silver into the sky from the fingers atop the Neighbourhood Energy Utility, also beside the bridge (where waste heat from sewers is recycled into heat & hot water for local use).

I drop down from the bridge and nod to the Community Garden on my way by. It’s a nod of fellow-feeling: my next stop is a garden centre.

Project Icon

2 January 2024 – The challenge is: how many icons can I jam into my first post of the new year? Icons that say, “Vancouver in winter,” but also speak to my own obsessions.

Off I go.

Start with: alley + street art + H-frame hydro poles + distant mountains fading into the misty drizzle.

Add: False Creek + Science World dome + Aquabus ferry + orange Port of Vancouver “giraffes” + (audio only, take my word for it) the 12-noon Gastown Steam Clock rendition of O Canada.

Add: a dance of lines & spaces.

Add: a surprise. If your eyes are open, there is always a surprise. (Though not always as dramatic, or unfortunate, as this one east of the Cambie bridge.)

Add: the gleam of rust in the rain. (Here, the sewer-pipe “train engine” over a Hinge Park creek.)

Add: winter tree trunk moss, garnished with fernlets.

As I walk back south on Ontario Street, I think: It lacks only a crow.

And then, just north of East 5th, there he is!

Yes, yes, I know. He is white, and painted, and riding a skateboard. But I say he is a crow, and it’s my blog.

My year has begun.

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