Anodyne
Thursday, April 14, 2005
 
Day off yesterday. Express bus to Richmond, several hours spent wandering round empty Steveston Village, then a stroll past the decommissioned cannery to Garry Point Park, a long spit of land arrowing out into the Fraser River and Sturgeon Bank. Snow-squalls over Georgia Straight, the North Shore mountains dark behind steely clouds, sunlight coming and going over the artificially landscaped rolling dunes and the manufactured bird habitat ("marsh") in between the perimeter trails. A tiny, very nicely landscaped Japanese garden tucked away in one corner of the park, too, screened by shrubs and almost possible to miss if you didn't look closely enough while passing by. Some guy flying a kite, or, I should say, attempting to fly a kite, Charlie Brown-style, by running with the wind, dragging his rainbow-colored payload behind him like an unhappy dog on a short leash. Tonk, tonk, crunch.

A pleasant day in a landscape made for people and animals by people who knew what they were doing. (Richmond is full of little environmental flourishes like this -- even the city's award-winning civic hall (Hotson Bakker, Architects) is adorned with waterfalls, stepped terraces, and native plantings).

- posted by cjb @ 9:33 PM


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