A-Flutter

3 July 2026 – It’s the motion that first catches my attention.

Not what is moving; just the fact of motion. Then I register what is moving. Lots of little white tags, dancing with the breeze that flutters through the branches of this tree.

Odd how one’s attention moves through stages, refining focus.

Next, I register the tree trunk, with its arc of red & white letters.

Finally, I tip back my head and start a flutter-dance of my own, reading tags.

and…

and…

and…

and…

and…

and…

and also…

Ditto to that!

It Had to Happen

20 May 2026 – It had to happen.

A Monkey Puzzle Tree (Araucaria araucana)…

full of monkeys…

determined to …

puzzle it out.

But Wait! There’s More!

31 March 2026 – Good grief, I sound like an infomercial. But what’s a girl to do? There I was, after posting Old & New, minding my own business, waiting for a #99 at Ontario & Broadway.

Just across the corner, I see this:

What?? I investigate.

A whole new, and agreeably perplexing, category for Old & New.

Very old stop sign, its official cap long gone, plus, up there on top, a very new burst of mystery greenery.

Nothing special about either the stop sign or the greenery, except the combination of the two.

What knocked the official top-of-sign off the sign? What then deposited enough city grit & grime in the sign pole to form a growing medium? How long did it take? What then (wind, bird, Act of God) deposited mystery seeds — plink!!! — so precisely into that growing medium? When did that happen?

We’ll never know, and it doesn’t matter.

We can just take it as it comes. A mystery gift from the city, to us.

Slow Learner

10 March 2026 – In downtown Vancouver this year, winter was a slow learner.

Finally, this very day, it remembered what to do.

Snow!

For the first time this year, I put on my winter coat.

I go out in the slop — real slop, not AI-generated — where this graffito…

says it all.

Waiting

21 February 2026 – Still, poised, suspended on its plumb line.

Waiting.

Waiting for spring.

And then…

31 January 2026 – And then…

the rain came back.

“Merde! il pleut”

4 December 2025 – Years ago, standing in line on a soggy day, I read this lament on the umbrella in front of me.

Today, staring out my traffic-stalled bus window on an equally soggy day…

the words return to mind.

Dance of the Green Flamingos

13 October 2025 – It is a sodden day. Sodden skies. Sodden streets. Sodden umbrellas over human heads. Sodden feathers atop that pigeon.

A dispirited context, in other words.

All the more reason to enjoy the flamingos.

Which, even though shocking pink…

are “green.”

One less car!

(Only later, looking more closely at the decal, do I notice it is one less car because somebody torched it, not because Rad Power chose to ride a bicycle.)

A final moment of appreciation for the total look, right down to those handsome wooden running boards…

and I go about my business.

Now You See It…

26 July 2025 – Now you see it.

A giddy moment of creative anarchy,

in front of a well-regulated condo complex.

And now — hours later — you don’t!

Peace, order, and good behaviour have been re-established.

Vanity

30 June 2025 – So here’s my fantasy. (Any why not, a fantasy or two, as you walk downtown streets.)

I imagine that older buildings are thrilled to bits by the mirrored towers rising up in their midst.

Why? Because then they can admire themselves in the reflection, all day long.

A trio pile in together, like squealing teenagers in the same selfie…

a patient friend (L) listens while the diva (R) goes on and on about her split personality…

a dowager admires what the tinted glass does for her ageing complexion…

and a couple of stick figures pretend, for just one giddy moment, that those bodacious curves are real.

And then — sigh — I smack myself upside the head, and walk on.

  • WALKING… & SEEING

    "Traveller, there is no path. Paths are made by walking" -- Antonio Machado (1875-1939)

    "The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes" -- Marcel Proust (1871-1922)

    "A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities" -- Rebecca Solnit, "Wanderlust: A History of Walking"

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