Gull

"Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow."

Edwin Way Teale

“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 Vancouver, British 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

"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:"

                                                

The quote above is from one of my favorite

poems Corsons Inlet by A.R. Ammons. While

my walk was restricted to the parks and

parking lots close to my office I try to capture

some of the spirit.

"so I am willing to go along, to accept

the becoming

thought, to stake off no beginnings or ends establish

      no walls: "

                                                                                                     Corsons Inlet  

                                                                 A.R. Ammons