Saturday, April 27, 2013

Lost Lagoon
 It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon,
And we two dreaming the dusk away,
Beneath the drift of a twilight grey,
Beneath the drowse of an ending day,
And the curve of a golden moon.

It is dark in the Lost Lagoon,
And gone are the depths of haunting blue,
The grouping gulls, and the old canoe,
The singing firs, and the dusk and--you,
And gone is the golden moon.

O! lure of the Lost Lagoon,--
I dream to-night that my paddle blurs
The purple shade where the seaweed stirs,
I hear the call of the singing firs
In the hush of the golden moon.
 Emily Pauline Johnson
One must see for me is Lost Lagoon an artificial
pond near the entrance to Stanley Park. It is a
good place to see ducks and of course the
famous Mute Swans. I once heard a park
ground keeper interviewed on radio, who said when
he was told the swans were killing Canadian Geese
he replied yes isn't it great, not apparently
a popular answer, however they were peaceful while
I was there and there were no nesting geese there.
It is a great place for herons.


"I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
from The Wild Swans of Coole
        W.B. Yeats

Sunday, April 21, 2013

“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 VancouverBritish 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

This walk did offer an opportunity to enjoy the beach
and the gulls

It also reminded us that we were is a large

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

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

Sunday, April 14, 2013

“How inappropriate to call this planet
"Earth," when it is clearly "Ocean.”
                             Arthur C Clarke

 And when the rain stops the waves begin,
I guess this is caused by shifting fronts.

Not sure what happens if he meets these logs
but a number of people were doing this.
I will never be one of them.

“The three great elemental sounds in nature
are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in
a primeval wood, and the sound of outer
ocean on a beach. I have heard them all,
and of the three elemental voices, that of
ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.” 
                          from The Outermost House
                                         Henry Beston

Thursday, April 11, 2013

"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: "

from Corsons Inlet
    A.R. Ammons

Went for another walk along the seawall
early one morning and turned towards the trees.
So many choices.

I found a group of friends enjoying what is
obviously a regular play date.

And a really beautiful Varied Thrush.

I worked in the Crowsnest pass area of the
Alberta Rockies for a couple summers while I was
in achaeology it was quite beautiful, but I
have to admit I enjoyed the prairies, the foothills,
the Aspen parklands more, and of couse I love
the sea but I could not go to Stanley Park 
without a photo of the mountains.

"At first he was out with the dawn
whether it yellowed bright as wood-columbine
or was only a fuzzed moth in a flannel of storm
But he found the mountain was clearly alive
sent messages whizzing down every hot morning
boomed proclamations at noon and spread out
a white guard of goat
before falling asleep on its feet at sundown"

Earle Birney