Showing posts with label English Bay. Stanely Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English Bay. Stanely Park. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2015




"These are the stories the dogs tell, when the fire
burns high and the wind is from the north"

from City
by Clifford Simak  

A quick stop in Vancouver, which means the Sylvia Hotel on 
English Bay, and dogs on the seawall, 


and gulls on rocks 


and 
rocks without gulls,  


and sea
washed pebbles,


the mysteries of the deep, Cthulhu?  


the last flowers of summer 


Favorite eateries 



and funky boutiques.


"There is mystery here, but a soft, sure mystery that is 

understood and only remains a mystery because I want
it so. The mystery of the nighthawk against a darkening sky, 
the puzzle of the firefly along the lilac hedge."


from Time and Again
by Clifford Simak


Friday, May 10, 2013


"One dark and rainy night at the edge 
of a city on the edge of an ocean, 
a stray cat came walking down 
the beach. 

Across from an old hotel covered 
with vines, the cat stopped. As he 
looked at that place, he got a 
strange warm feeling inside him. I 
think, thought the cat, I am tired of 
being a stray cat."

from Mister Got To Go
Story by Lois Simmie
Illustrations by Cynthia Nugent


And so finally we will end our, in blog post time, fairly long
visit to the Sylvia Hotel which I want to mention is also the
setting for the two wonderful books pictured above.



So a quick look at some of characters and sights
we encountered on the trip.








                                                                                 



"These plants grew abundantly in the wet coastal 
weather and drooped out over the fronts
of the houses. If a person liked the fog and rain, 
he'd like Seaside. It seemed to Jonathan
to be the sort of place where a chap could 
write great poetry while peering down at the 
fog-shrouded streets from a fourth-floor attic study."

               The Elfin Ship

                             James Blaylock

Monday, May 6, 2013

" The wind is gusting, the dog runs full speed
towards nothing but happiness...,"

             From Waiting to Wave
                    Jonathan Carroll

Yes another seawall post. One thing Helen and I love is to
watch dogs. We did it when we visited New York City and
we always do it in Vancouver. Both cities figured prominently
in the documentary Dog Dazed about our love affair with dogs
in the city and the consequences of irresponsible owners who let
dogs  run off leash and chase wildlife and poop everywhere.
As much as I love dogs I do control my dogs and cleanup after them
and I am baffled that other people don't. However many of the things
people do baffle me which is why I often prefer animals and being at
the cabin.
So this entire post will go to the  DOGS!!!!!!




“Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.
Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.” 

Groucho Marx



The difference is subtle but these are
different dogs one a bit younger. You will
also notice I rarely photograph people
hence the array of knees and ankles.



“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die
I want to go where they went.” 

Will Rogers




“All his life he tried to be a good person.
Many times, however, he failed.
For after all, he was only human.
He wasn't a dog.” 
                
                                                    Charles M Schulz




I will also admit that while I like most dogs I do enjoy
little foo-foo dogs.


“If you don't own a dog, at least one,
there is not necessarily anything wrong with you,
but there may be something wrong with your life.” 

                                                 Roger Caras


“My little dogs ... heartbeats at my feet.” 

                          Edith Wharton







"I have a dog of Blenheim birth,
With fine long ears and full of mirth;
And sometimes, running o'er the plain,
He tumbles on his nose:
But quickly jumping up again,
Like lightning on he goes! "

John Rusking


And still missing our sweet girl Wendolene I am always
a sucker for Poms.


"Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's,
Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies."


Jonathan Swift (a lapdog's collar inscription)






So as we can see there are many dogs off

leash and chasing things.


We are Shaun and Whateley and we endorsed this message.

 

What was it again?

Thursday, May 2, 2013


"There came news of a word.
Crow saw it killing men. He ate well.
He saw it bulldozing
Whole cities to rubble. Again he ate well.
He saw its excreta poisoning seas.
He became watchful.
He saw its breath burning whole lands
To dusty char.
He flew clear and peered."

from A Disaster
Ted Hughes
book Crow

Yes more BC vacation photos. One of the first creatures that
welcomed us on our initial somewhat damp walk on the
seawall were the crows. They were everywhere in the surf, on
the beach, in the park, in the sky. After watching them mob
the Bald Eagles, quarrel with the gulls  and raid the trash cans.
I decided this will be my "totem" animal, go figure I have always
felt a certain affinity for crows whether they were acting as the
noisy heralds of spring or moving through our neighbourhood
in great silent flocks in the fall, they have exerted a strong pull on
my imagination.  Possibly if I lived by a winter roost I would
feel differentely but I don't so I won't.

A great book about Crows is Crow Planet by Lynda Lynn Haupt.
Her book about Darwin, Pilgrim on the Great Bird Continent is
also very good.


And  like a good poem or painting the more closely
you look at a crow the more beauty you find.






And as with all good totems he can be scary looking,


magisterial,


and he also points the way.


"But Crow . . Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing Heaven and earth together -

So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.

Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank -
A horror beyond redemption.

The agony did not diminish.

Man could not be man nor God God.

The agony

Grew.

Crow

Grinned

Crying: 'This is my Creation,'

Flying the black flag of himself. "

from Crow Blacker than ever
Ted Hughes
book Crow