It's Labour Day here; a favourite, end-of-summer long weekend -- summer's last hurrah if you will. And if it's possible, Vancouver is greener than usual. Green, and vibrant. Nature seems full of energy at the moment. It could be my imagination, or it could be something about the explosive fruition of the growing season, and the impending, endless gray, rainy days. There's a frantic rush on, wholly apart from the work-a-day human world. On the ground, squirrels, and chipmunks, and skunks, and raccoons are foraging like crazy; in the air, bees, and butterflies, and dragonflies, and wasps, are buzzing around everywhere. In the oceans, and streams I've no doubt salmon are either spawning, or getting ready to.
On my way back from the bottle depot, I stopped at the Jonathan Rogers Park. I'd like to say I wanted to join with my fellow citizens in celebrating the noble spirit of Labour by sitting on my butt in the park, but truth is, I wanted to take a wee and be on my way. But I do try to remember to stop for at least a moment, and really be where I am. Even in such a denatured place as Jonathan Rogers Park -- little more than a sports green ringed on three sides by trees -- I could see and feel some of this natural energy. And while I was soaking up the gestalt, I took some photographs.
Just yesterday, I posted a Barack Obama stencil, and today, on the Park Custodian's building -- where the washrooms are -- I saw this sweet two-colour panda stencil, small, and right down near the ground line. Any lower and "Ling-Ling" would be standing among the dandelions.
In his novel Candide, the French satirist Voltaire, puts his cast of characters through Hell. At the novel's end, after his travails are over, the novel's namesake, Candide, declares “Let us cultivate our garden.” An increasing number of Vancouverites are doing just that in Community Gardens around the city. I was born on the Prairies, so I'll always kind of believe that growing things is one of the only real occupations.
As I was snapping photos by the Community Garden a woman rode up on her bicycle. stopped, and made herself comfortable on a patch of grass, not 15 feet from me, and she seemed to be keeping an eye on me. I finished photo-ing and made my way towards 8th Avenue, all the while feeling this woman's eyes on my back. When I looked back, I realized why. She wanted a secluded part of the park where she could do her yoga without feeling self-conscious. Nice toes! Click the images to enlarge them.
On my way back from the bottle depot, I stopped at the Jonathan Rogers Park. I'd like to say I wanted to join with my fellow citizens in celebrating the noble spirit of Labour by sitting on my butt in the park, but truth is, I wanted to take a wee and be on my way. But I do try to remember to stop for at least a moment, and really be where I am. Even in such a denatured place as Jonathan Rogers Park -- little more than a sports green ringed on three sides by trees -- I could see and feel some of this natural energy. And while I was soaking up the gestalt, I took some photographs.
Pretty nice panda stencil
Just yesterday, I posted a Barack Obama stencil, and today, on the Park Custodian's building -- where the washrooms are -- I saw this sweet two-colour panda stencil, small, and right down near the ground line. Any lower and "Ling-Ling" would be standing among the dandelions.A Community Garden
In his novel Candide, the French satirist Voltaire, puts his cast of characters through Hell. At the novel's end, after his travails are over, the novel's namesake, Candide, declares “Let us cultivate our garden.” An increasing number of Vancouverites are doing just that in Community Gardens around the city. I was born on the Prairies, so I'll always kind of believe that growing things is one of the only real occupations.
Don't look now, but someone's doing yoga
As I was snapping photos by the Community Garden a woman rode up on her bicycle. stopped, and made herself comfortable on a patch of grass, not 15 feet from me, and she seemed to be keeping an eye on me. I finished photo-ing and made my way towards 8th Avenue, all the while feeling this woman's eyes on my back. When I looked back, I realized why. She wanted a secluded part of the park where she could do her yoga without feeling self-conscious. Nice toes! Click the images to enlarge them.
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