Just before we get into today's gallery, a little
explanation as to why I've been publishing pictures
a little more frequently than articles these last
few days. Being someone who truly loves to write,
and having certain topics that I'm passionate
enough about that I would like to write a longer
piece in regards to them, I've decided to allow
myself the pleasure of writing at least one
essay-length article –as opposed to the more common
Blog-length pieces– each month, and this way allow
myself to more thoroughly study a particular topic
of interest, for myself, and hopefully, for others
as well. Of course, while I'm working on pieces of
this nature, I will have very little time to write
the more standard-length articles,and that's where
the galleries come in. With pictures to replace the
articles while I'm working on the essay,I get to
do my writing, and keep fresh material appearing on
the Blog while I do so. And with only one longer
article each month or so, those of you who prefer
your reading kept short, can simply skip the day
the essay is published, or maybe take the time to
review a gallery or two. So, with that all taken
care of, I hope you will join me now as we head to
Crab Park for...
A Mid-October Stroll
If you were to take the distance I walked from my place in a southerly direction to get to the Chinese Garden that we visited yesterday, and were to walk roughly that same distance, but this time in a northerly direction from my residence, you would arrive at Crab Park. I told you before, I love living in the downtown area. As you approach the park, you walk over a little overpass that crosses the railway tracks, and then you pass some of the dock areas, and a little harbor frequented by some tugs, and a few other vessels. As you make your way down the grassy slope towards the water, you see North and West Vancouver across the bay and behind that, the rising North Shore Mountains stretching all the way from Mt. Seymour on the one extreme, to the Lions on the other end, set further back then the rest of the better known peaks. As you look towards downtown you can see Sears Tower, and a fair amount of the Vancouver skyline, with Canada Place, and its large sail-like structures jutting out into the water just past the helicopter landing pad where you can catch a really quick lift over to the Island, or the North Shore, or maybe just go for some sight-seeing around the city. As for the Park itself, there’s a fair amount to keep a person interested while they walk around and sip a coffee, or exercise their dog, or play with the children. But why am I yammering, when I could much more easily be letting you look for yourselves. Remember, you can always click on any of the pictures to get a better view, or read a caption, or check things out Gallery style. And for those of you who like a little music while you wander along the shore, I’ve included a couple of tunes for you to pick from.
The pier that juts out into the bay from the shoreline of the park as seen from the footpath as one enters the park.
The words engraved on this stone are both sad and beautiful. You may have to enlarge the shot its original size to read the engraving, but it’s worth the effort.
Yet another victim of the sexual predators who stalked the Downtown Eastside over the last 10 years or so before the police were able to start getting a handle on things. Even with the improvements, there are still many aboriginal women all across Canada currently missing, or suspected murdered.
For a smaller or larger fee, the city will have engraved and installed, a small plaque with the name of a loved one, and even a few kind words that others might read and remember them by whenever they pass a particular bench in one of the city parks, or along the sea-wall.
Now tell me the truth, if I were to relate this story to you without showing you the sign, how many of you would actually believe me? I’m still having trouble believing there’s an Indian word such as “Lucklucky”. I mean, “Realreally!?”
The only real beach area in Crab Park. On this particular day, a couple of young people and a couple of older folks appeared to be rehearsing a scene from a play of some sort. Very active and quite loud.
Another set of young aboriginal girls also missing or murdered in the last 10 years from the Downtown Eastside, victims of suspected multiple serial killers. One such killer, Robert Pickton, has since been caught.
With no signs or anything to give you any clues as to the purpose of this structure, I suppose it’s just up to whoever uses it to come up with ideas of their own. Works for me.
A wider shot of these tail-like purple flowers. They sure did brighten up that field, and considering it was October, I was very happy to see them even if I couldn’t remember their names.
A group of three of the young women or girls that went missing during the last 10 years during the time of the Missing Women’s Inquiry.
Alright, you caught me, I don’t know what all these wildflowers are called. Besides, Drippy Pink Flowers has a nice ring to it.
Here we have the North Shore and in the background a nice clear shot of The Lions, called that because Captain Vancouver thought they reminded him of the lion figures that flanked stairways in the entrance-ways to government buildings when he first sailed into Vancouver harbor.
A couple hard-working guys were throwing off their lines as I came into the park yesterday, so I snapped a quick picture, and seemed to have missed them both. Man, they were fast.
These bunches of wildflowers caught my eye, and I never could pass up a chance for another picture of another flower.
This is a much closer-up view of The Lions and its interesting to note that the area between the two peaks, up until just a couple years ago, was always covered year-round, by a glacier that I can swear to, from first-hand, up-close and personal experience, was, near the top, where it was much thinner than at the center further down the slope, well over 10-15 ft. thick. It has in just the last few years, melted completely away after being there continually for the first 30 years or more that I lived in this city.
Some of the working boats as opposed to pleasure craft tied up at the docks waiting to head out, or possibly, just getting back in.
The various walking trails are very relaxing as one crosses the various foot-bridges and observes the ponds with their tai hu rock embankments.
A makeshift memorial to some of the missing and murdered women from the Downtown Eastside who we have lost over the past 10 years or so. All told, over 50 young women and girls have gone missing or been found murdered, many of them falling victim to a monster by the name of Robert Pickton, who has since been caught.
With Canada Place in the background and the helicopter pad in the foreground, you really wouldn’t know that I was standing in a park when I took this picture.
I took this picture because as nice as flowers are, shrubbery needs some love also.
A closer look makes me think this is a different white rose, somewhat smaller, and with denser foliage surrounding it. Oh well, they’re both nice to look at.
A beautiful October day in Crab Park as one looks towards the downtown area with the revolving restaurant in plain view top and center.
Looking between these two trees, you can see the triple-peaks of Mount Seymour in the background. I never did figure out what that boulder was doing on top of those huge planks, but I will.
A white rose pretty much all by its lonesome on the side of the path. To beautiful to pass by without a picture or two.
This sign explains a little about what happened to the artwork that used to occupy this space, and what is now going on with the area. We wouldn’t want anyone to think someone stole the thing would we?
Even with the edges of the petals starting to wilt, I liked this flower enough to take three pictures of it. Maybe because it was in such an unlikely spot.
The same structure as the other picture, at a slightly different angle. If anyone has any idea what exactly its designed for, I’d love to hear it.
There used to be a large piece of artwork here that was getting run down after a lot of years, so with the artists permission, the city has set about rectifying the situation, and for now, the original wetlands have moved back in.
A clear view of Canada Place as seen from Crab Park with the helicopter pad in the foreground. A few minutes after I took this picture the nearest helicopter took to the air.
It may only be a thistle, but it’s a really nice-looking thistle, and I thought it was worth a picture.
Another bunch of these purple wildflowers growing on the side of the path, and impossible to pass by.
These flowers, rather than form in bunches were growing in tails and I had the idea that I should know what they were but their name was escaping me.
A look at the docks that you walk past as you enter Crab Park coming from my place.
One of the girls murdered in the Downtown Eastside who was among so many who went missing in the last 10 years or so.
The pilot can just be seen getting into the helicopter in this shot taken minutes before lift-off, and mere seconds before his engines kicked in creating a heck of a racket.
This is the main walkway as you stroll along the water in Crab Park. It runs from one end of the park to the other with a couple small tributaries that basically just lead back into itself.
I loved this solitary black-eyed Susan, and the richness of the greenery surrounding it.
In this shot you just see the uppermost levels of Canada Place, and one small portion to the right, with the trees blocking out the center, and then the buildings that are along the waterfront area downtown.
Looking across the bay at the North Shore Mountains from Crab Park with a slight haze in the air giving the picture that slightly blurry look. In the center of the picture can be seen the sea-bus as it heads for the North Shore.