Should you ever decide to visit our humble little city, and if you decide to select either the bus or the train as your primary mode of transportation, then once you get off the train, or the bus, and finish stretching your legs and reclaiming your luggage, having entered from the rear, a massive old building that takes up the better part of an entire city block, you will then depart from the front of the building, and find yourself somewhere in the stretch of landscape that I have included in the pictures that make up the gallery below. I shot all these photos as I walked the entire block along the opposite side of Main Street, looking towards the Station, so if you had happened to be stepping out of the building at the time that I was photographing, you would have been looking in my general direction, and I would have been looking in yours. HELLO, and welcome to Vancouver. 😉
Now that you are in Vancouver, the adventure has just begun. The number of things to do is limited only by the amount of time you have, and of course (though I hate to admit it) the amount of money you wish to invest. There is just no way to claim that Vancouver is an inexpensive city, but I do promise you, that if you are willing to apply a little effort to the endeavor, there are things to do here in Van that can be managed by people of every income bracket. After all, the very postal code that I live in has the dubious distinction of being the poorest postal code in Canada (I kid you not). So, if one is willing to do a fair amount of walking, and if one is willing to listen to wonderful music, look at amazing art, and enjoy incredible drama, humor, and every other type of cinema, created and produced by people who just happen to be waiting to receive their first Emmy, or Oscar, or Million-Seller, or Platinum or Gold Record, or whatever other acclamation you can think of, then Vancouver is the place for you.
Because despite being a World-Class City, and a wonder to behold, what I find to be most precious about this city that I have come to know, respect, and love in the last 36 years that I’ve lived here, is the fact that Vancouver, as much as or more than any other place I’ve ever been to, is a city of HOPE, and DREAMS. People come here quite often hoping to find something (and that something can be different for every person), and they very often find it. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the mountain air, or the ocean breeze with that slight hint of the salt of preservation in every breath, I really don’t know. But I know I love it, and I know I’m never planning on leaving. And if you were on one of those buses, or trains that came in the other day when I was down there snapping pictures, then maybe you just took the first step to making your dreams come true also (if your dreams involve Vancouver). It was that big step, the one you might not even have noticed, but the one you took anyway. The one you took when you stepped off the bus, or the train, and touched that BC soil for the first time. Maybe you’re not even staying,…this time. But if you turn back up here in a couple years, you’ll have to forgive me if I’m not surprised. It happens all the time. It happened to me. And who knows, it could happen to you. 🙂 😉