Most of this post is a catch-up one going back to March 23rd, but the first six pictures were taken last evening. I want to post them quickly, so that the climbing friends we met can see their photos. We came across them as we took a walk with Black Jack before going to The Orpheum for an absolutely magnificent concert. (There will probably be another post to catch up with the past few days.)
in seconds, and highlighted quite a range of personalities.
Part of the reason I so loved watching them, is that it brought back a memory when Bill and I..
played a similar game on a beautiful day.
Back to March 23rd
Last Wednesday, I walked with one of my classes along the seashore in North Vancouver. A seal and a seagull were sitting on a log. They appeared to be comfortable with each other. I wondered if they were old friends.
Sunlight caught its wing tips. A couple of days ago, we talked in class about evolution and wondered how humans will change in the future. One of the students thought we might be able to fly, and I loved the idea.
Delicate flowered cones hung from a tree. I loved the mint-green tones and thought for the umpteenth time that I must buy a plant identification book.
A Merganser was on the river, its orange head also catching light. I never get tired of seeing them.
One of the students spotted this orange starfish (or sea star). It is the first time I have ever seen one, and I thought how lucky we were. It was spectacular in the sun.
I was happy to see lots of seals, and since the tide was so low, we could walk out on the shoal to get a bit closer to them than usual. They didn't seem to mind our presence.
Sometimes, they remained almost totally motionless for a very long time.
On Saturday, before we went to see The Last 15 Seconds, I spent some time watching the cormorants under both the Granville and the Burrard Bridges.
I realized that almost every little nook was occupied. I wondered when they adapted to bridge nesting, and whether they would have nested in trees before. I found many studies in a quick search, but need more time to find the answer to my question.
I wondered if these are Pelagic. My photographs here don't show it very well, but there was a distinctive white patch on their back.
I thought again how my camera acts as binoculars. Watching them in the air, I thought they were carrying fish back to the bridge, but later, I could see from the photos that it was nesting material.
The tide was low, and Black Jack enjoyed exploring the rocks by the water. She agreed to look up only when I rattled the treat bag in my pocket.
The white magnolias also formed art pieces.
A clever crow dropped its meal in perfect shell-cracking technique.
Bill and I ate at The Hurricane Grill that evening. We have been there three times, once for the carrot/ginger soup, and twice for the Fajita Feast (veggie version). It is a sports bar and not our typical choice of restaurant, but each time, we have loved the meal. The restaurant is near my apartment in Yaletown, and one becomes accustomed to pampered pooch sightings, but this one dining with its human on the outdoor patio caused us to take a second glance.
Ballet tutu and blue ribbons aside, she (I'm assuming fairly safely, I think, that she was a she) appeared to be a happy and well-adjusted little dog. She accepted my offer of a treat most politely, and here, licks her chops in appreciation of the gift.
After our meal, we were off for our second cultural event of the day. It hardly seemed possible that anything could equal the power of "The Last 15 Seconds" but the Pacific Baroque Orchestra in combination with the choir, Elektra, was absolutely up to the task. It was an incredible performance. Alex Waterhouse-Hayward has written a very interesting review. His blog, by the way, is one I recommend if you have any interest in photography or in a wide variety of strong opinions expressed in an absolutely unique manner. But, back to the concert. Alexander Weimann's conducting, harpsichord playing, full-out unabashed love for his art and vast store of knowledge about the music and musicians of the baroque era make him an absolute gift to Vancouver. You will not only love the music, but I think you will come away from any PBO concerts you have the good fortune to attend, with new food for thought. I took this photo of the organ and stained glass during intermission.
On Sunday (March 28th), Bill and I walked with Black Jack from David Lam Park to Stanley Park and back again. Some drummers were enjoying the beautiful day and I spent a few minutes trying to figure out their complex rhythms.
I know we have walked/biked/driven by this Aids Memorial many times, but for some reason, this was the first time we really noticed it.
We spent some time thinking about the many people who have died. Another couple came by. They, like us, were seeing the memorial for the first time.
From its vantage point high above Black Jack, I could imagine the dialogue going something like: "I'm the king of the castle.." and the response something like, "You just wait. One day... one day.."
I have chosen to follow a nest in the heronry for this season. It is the same nest that began this blog several years ago. I think at that time, I named the heron offspring Stanley and Sue, but for this season, I will be calling the parents Stanley and Stella. Lots of associations for those names, but no time to go into them now. The couple appears to be just getting to know each other. Last season, that nest was not successful. One heron waited alone for several weeks, but was never joined by a mate. This season, things look more hopeful. This is Stanley, preparing to leave.
I loved his delicate silhouette as he took off. I hoped he might bring back some material for the nest, but wasn't able to wait around for his return.
Just about home again, I liked the flowers by this bench, and asked Bill to pose with Black Jack. There were some really funny shots of him trying to get her settled, but I'll just post this triumphant conclusion as she finally cooperates, and new subjects move into the picture.
That's it, that's all. Have a happy Sunday!
That's it, that's all. Have a happy Sunday!