Turning a Page
On saying goodbye to the past
Fittingly, the weather during our last weekend in Vancouver was a dull grey. Not raining but not one of those bright sunny days that make Vancouver just about the most beautiful place on earth.
My sister and I went for a walk around Capilano Canyon Park. We took our dogs Foster and Liddy.
On climbing up out of the Canyon we were greeted by The Lions standing tall above the lake that is Capilano Reservoir. Some of my earliest memories of Vancouver are of this park. My family home was just down the street very near the spot from which I took this photo.
This was a place where I could come to escape the crap that is put on young prepubescent boys. To me, it was heaven.
Today, over sixty years later I am back again. Not quite as spry as I was then, but all the same, we were here drawn to the quiet beauty that is a temperate rain forest. I was doing what I do; try to capture the beauty of the place where I am at.
This nurse log, or stump, has several notches cut in it where loggers would have placed boards to stand on while they cut down the tree with their swede saw.
Looking at the photo, I see a metaphor of new life rising from the old. Somewhat appropriate as we begin our adventure of moving to France. Our home of 27 years, near Seattle, has been sold and emptied. We are leaving. I have had enough of the crap being distributed throughout the United States.
I look at this image with the hope that what we leave behind fares better than this stump. For the sake of my children and their children I hope that the USA will pull itself out of the self-destructive path it is on.
The skunk cabbage is a pretty, little plant that grows in a most inhospitable location in the bog. One of nature’s examples of beauty being around us everywhere
For the sake of the world I hope for this outcome but if it doesn’t something will survive and new life perhaps better life will rise from the mess.
Today I shake the dust of America from my shoes and begin a new life in the old world of France
I am too old to think that the USA will change in my lifetime. Hell they are still fighting a civil war that should have been decided one hundred fifty years ago.
I plan to enjoy exploring the history of places and things that have survived two thousand years or more.
Much more fun than watching a noble idea born only two hundred and fifty years ago tear itself apart don’t you think?