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Entries from October 2007

The heart’s home of the Frenchie...If he could have, Vince  would have climbed into this display case on Granville Island and rolled around in the candied salmon. It was my first taste of Vancouver and I was very sceptical. Fish with sugar? Like, eugh? It was delicious!

I have also discovered that he will do...anything...for thinly sliced duck prosciutto.

Some observations:

Vancouverites say goodbye and thank you to their busdriver, even if they are getting off at the back.

The Swiss should be envious of the bus schedules.

Homeless Vancouverites pack all the trash they have just unpacked from trashcans, back in, very neatly, once they have sifted through it.

Moss should be the city plant.

Alcohol is really expensive here! Every sip of a martini is savoured. A New York, $10 bottle of Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc, is $18 in Vancouver.

Cape Town may have a most beautiful city in the world rival...

The air here smells like snow.

Chambar is one of the nicest restaurants I’ve eaten at, anywhere. Roast morelles, pear and Serrano; baby beet and goat cheese; the most delicious pot of mussels with frites, and a Spanish Gewurztraminer...

Safeway seriously needs to stock organic products.

French-Canadians make the best marriage proposals.

Drinking beer at the lodge on Grouse Mountain is like being inside Twin Peaks.

Canadian geese look good in Canada.

The logs on the beaches at the seawall are both beautiful in a symmetrically parallel way, and very good to sit on.

And a question:

...do Canadian dogs pooh?

Marie

 

 Posted at 8:59 PM in Always: & Vancouver: 4 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

It’s official, the blog is going to take a leave of absence of almost a week. The next post might, however, be signed Marie. I’ll see if I can get her to blog from Vancouver on Coriolistic Anachronisms. The weather is clearing, temperatures have dropped, it’s almost winter - but Vancouver is ready to shine. Magical days.

 

 Posted at 10:01 PM in Always: & Vancouver: 2 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

Vancouver has grown into me, it has slipped under my skin and become part of me. I talk to it and it responds. I can feel its moods and I know some of its secrets. We confide in each other, casually, as friends exchange impressions on their daily routine.

But now I am suddenly trying to see the city through someone else’s eyes. Ironically, after two years working in the tourism industry, it’s the first time I completely immerse myself in that perspective. Hundreds of questions arise daily, trying to imagine what she will see, what she will think. The smallest things I take for granted can now be redrawn into possible surprises or exclamation marks.

What will she think of the innumerable coffee shops? Will the fancy Caffe Artegiano win with its classic elegance, or will it be the funky decor of Trees Organic Coffee, or the busy JJ Bean on Commercial Drive? Will Granville Island’s public market appeal to her cooking spirit or is it too pretty and not spontaneous enough to match the real European markets? Will Stanley Park have the same magical effect on her it has on me, erasing the urban core from my conscience in as little time as it takes to walk a block or two? Will the Seawall and its mesmerizing views make her stare in awe? Will the outrageous richness of Yaletown’s waterfront be too much to accept or will it just be an urban feast for the eyes? What will she think of Lynn Canyon, which I consider to be the most beautiful spot in the lower mainland? Am I just biased about it or is the magic real? Will she see the colors I see in our West Coast sunsets, how will they compare to eastern ones? Will the sight of a graceful harbour seal poking its head through the calm waters of Coal Harbour make her smile and point like I still do? Will she laugh at people respectfully waiting for the signal to change to cross an empty street, at passengers thanking the bus driver when leaving, at girls waring flip-flops in the autumn rain? Will she share my childish excitement when riding the gondola up to Grouse, and when overlooking the Greater Vancouver at night? Will she enjoy the Seabus ride to North Van, and the False Creek Ferries, unavoidable floating links between here and there in our city surrounded by water?

What will Marie think of Vancouver? I almost wish I was in her shoes, ready to discover the city all over again. But she’s bound to like it. Vancouver has beauty everywhere one looks, and beauty is what makes Marie tick. And me too.

 

 Posted at 10:12 PM in Always: & Vancouver: 3 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

In the Gutter Bunnies series, here are a couple of my latest experiments with a sheet of paper and a pencil. When completely lacking drawing talent, one can still have a lot of fun by just pretending. I do.

 

 Posted at 10:51 PM in Always: & Sketches: 2 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

Sunday was almost day for day the anniversary of my first cranberry harvest  photo shot. I had gone last year for the first time on October 8th or 9th, and came back with mesmerizing pictures - and the firm resolution to do it again the following year, which I just did.

Richmond is the local cranberry capital. The fruits are harvested from flooded fields that temporarily turn the typically blue and green scenery of British Columbia into a symphony of reds. I had rented a car for the occasion and went driving around, Abe and the tripod at the ready, shooting right and left, happy as a kid in a candy store, or as a Vince in Brooklyn. ;-)

 It turns out I might have been a little late. Most farms had already finished their harvest and the fields had dried up, revealing low reddish bushes still shinning from all the water they had been submerged under.

But I finally managed to find a harvest still under way on Cambie, the main artery of the cranberry production zone. The whole family was at work  and they told me a field like this one normally takes about 5 hours to harvest, plus the time to float the berries. Today they were struggling with mechanical issues and a water leak that had sent berries floating down a ditch. But it looked fun. Even the dog enjoyed it.

Here are the pictures. No HDR involved, there was no time to plan. Some beautiful reds, though. It’s not quite orange but in BC, one learns not to be too picky...

 

 Posted at 1:39 AM in Photoblogs: & Vancouver: 5 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

The latest addition to the above music player is taken from the Tears of the Sun soundtrack, by Hans Zimmer. You might have to purge your cache to get the player to actually play it if simply refreshing the page won’t do...

Tomorrow is the cranberry harvest expedition; fingers crossed and stay tuned for lots of reds on this blog...

 

 Posted at 2:44 PM in Bits and pieces: 5 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

When the day is still short, new born, and people’s lives blurred by sleep, when darkness fades away and to the East the sun ascends from a place ahead in time, there is a fleeting moment when the light becomes magical and promising. It’s much faster than the evening transition, almost sudden, as if nature too was forced to splash her face will cold water to wake up and chase dreams away. The Spaniards call it la madrugada. It’s dawn - hopes up, surf’s up. So to speak.

 

 Posted at 8:22 PM in Photoblogs: & Vancouver: 2 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

Darn, I still can’t draw. But this one is for the Cause, à bon entendeur salut! The coalition for unmoderated blog comments is rising! Allons enfants de la Patrie, le jour de gloire est arrivé! ;-)

 

 Posted at 3:05 AM in Always: & ICMOL: & Sketches: 20 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

I forgot the most important when I posted that quote of Baudelaire and linked it to the movie Immortel (Ad Vitam): proof. It’s now fixed. I’ve added the soundtrack - by the band Venus from Belgium - to the XSPF Music Player above (underneath the main menu) for everyone’s enjoyment. Click once (or sometimes twice depending on your browser) on the play button and adjust the volume with the slider at the right end of the bar)...

 

 Posted at 4:24 AM in Bits and pieces: 2 Comments » Toggle display  Reply

Hmm, what a dark post the previous was. To lighten up the tone, here are a beautiful couple of lines from another author, whom I’m publishing without her permission, which she probabbly wouldn’t have given any way... ;-)

 « Years later, I would understand where I was by bending down to see what grew. And always, when I was lost, in one way or another, I would find myself in a garden. »

 

 Posted at 6:44 PM in Always: & Quotes: 6 Comments » Toggle display  Reply
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