Anodyne
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
 

White spring sunlight with surprisingly little warmth in it. Yesterday, with dru, up the Westwood Plateau's steep winding streets, past huge pastel-colored houses, the gaps between them disclosing views of the hazy Fraser Valley, Highway One east, Mount Baker riding above them, its bright white cap seemingly cut off from the earth by the stacked layers of smog. Further up, where the houses pinch out into bush, dirt bikers are revving and jumping along the powerline right-of-way. The waspish buzz of their gasoline engines carries through the air. A huge lake beside the transmission station at the edge of the dirt road past the golf academy. A monster dam of twigs and sticks and logs at the end closest to the road. The dam's rodent architect nowhere to be seen, perhaps sleeping in his equally massive lodge out in the center of the lake.

Young Indo-Canadian guys lounge, smoking, beside their fast cars at the transmission line overlook. A girlfriend hops up onto the fence, balances a few shaky steps along it, flailing her arms, hops down again.

HIGH VOLTAGE!

NO CLIMBING TOWERS

NO KITES

NO MODEL PLANE FLYING

The gently sizzling wires.

Photo credit: dru's Flickr page
- posted by cjb @ 4:57 PM


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