Stanley Park is a jewel in Vancouver, but I’ve never felt at ease walking deep inside the park’s forest trails.
There is something awry here. Nothing I can put a finger on, just a feeling I get when I venture too far. Once, when cycling alone on the trails, I came upon a small area with a firepit, clothes strewn about and figures in the distant woods and underbrush.… Continue reading
The Stanley Park Causeway, a narrow ribbon connecting the Lions Gate Bridge and the City of Vancouver, curves through a thick forest of cedar, fir and hemlock trees. It’s the only way into and out of the city for people who live on the North Shore. A narrow three-lane road that carries 60 – 70,000 cars each day.… Continue reading
Vancouver’s Fourth Avenue used to be a rag-tag collection of funky used clothing shops, esoteric bookstores, leather sandal makers and vegetarian restaurants. Higgledy-piggledy. There was a smattering of old residential homes in poor condition, built in a bygone era. In the late 1960s, when I first saw the neighbourhood, it was a hippy haven. I was barely 11 years old and wide-eyed.… Continue reading
Driving off the ferry at Tsawwassen, we catch our first glimpse of Vancouver, tiny against the Lions and the North Shore Mountains in the background, the expanse of farmland in the fore.
It is nestled between rock, forest, water, fertile earth and sky of billowy clouds. It nurtures me still, 11 years after leaving it for Pender Island.… Continue reading