Showing posts with label Seawall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seawall. Show all posts

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.

 

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Sunday, April 21, 2013

“Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science.
It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is
without joy.” 


                from The Outermost House
                             Henry Beston




Another walk along the seawall to Siwash Rock.

Siwash Rock (also known by Squamish name Skalsh or Slhx̱i7lsh[1])
 is a famous rock outcropping in VancouverBritish Columbia
Canada's Stanley Park. A legend among the Indigenous Squamish 
surrounds the origin of the rock . It is between 15 and 18 metres tall (50–60 feet).

from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siwash_Rock

This walk did offer an opportunity to enjoy the beach
and the gulls






It also reminded us that we were is a large
city.


The next photo shows what I really enjoy about
this spot, the mountains, the forest and the sea all
combined in a large vibrant city and a working port.



Finally the cliff comes right down 
to the seawall and there is Siwash rock.


The native legend states that this rock is a 
young chief transformed to stone as a tribute
to his loyalty to his unborn child. The following 
link is to "The Siwash Rock" by E. Pauline Johnson 

http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/johnson/vancouver/vancouver-02.html


We all know by now that the life of the sea fascinates me.


And all walks should include a sunset.




"We all want to break our orbits, 
float like a satellite gone wild in space, 
run the risk of disintegration. 
We all want to take our lives in our own hands 
and hurl them out among the stars."

from Coasting Towards Midnight
at the Southeastern Fair

David Bottoms




Thursday, April 11, 2013

"the walk liberating, I was released from forms,
from the perpendiculars,     
straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds
of thought into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends
and blends of sight: "

from Corsons Inlet
    A.R. Ammons


Went for another walk along the seawall
early one morning and turned towards the trees.
So many choices.














I found a group of friends enjoying what is
obviously a regular play date.








And a really beautiful Varied Thrush.









I worked in the Crowsnest pass area of the
Alberta Rockies for a couple summers while I was
in achaeology it was quite beautiful, but I
have to admit I enjoyed the prairies, the foothills,
the Aspen parklands more, and of couse I love
the sea but I could not go to Stanley Park 
without a photo of the mountains.


"At first he was out with the dawn
whether it yellowed bright as wood-columbine
or was only a fuzzed moth in a flannel of storm
But he found the mountain was clearly alive
sent messages whizzing down every hot morning
boomed proclamations at noon and spread out
a white guard of goat
before falling asleep on its feet at sundown"

Bushed
Earle Birney