I am a lover of nature and of all things unique. While walking around Stanley Park in Vancouver, I was amazed. The park’s flora is so diverse: no two plants are the same.
Most people who visit are especially impressed by the grandiose trees. I have to say that they certainly did capture my attention. Though it was not their height or width that appealed to me, it was the large variety of skins.
I proceeded by gathering photographs of the different tree barks. I assembled the pictures on this page and came up with a new segment: “Perspective”. It is so important to look at things differently. Hopefully my “Perspective” posts will encourage some to view things in their own life under a new light.
My personal favourite has to be number 6 bellow. Perhaps because I have never seen such a distinct pattern on a tree before, perhaps because it inspired me to look more closely at the rest of the tree barks.
Which one appeals to you?
Let me know!
Gastown is beautiful at night.
We went to Gastown in the evening. I love walking in that area. The sidewalks are made of brick and the trees are illuminated at night. It is beautiful. Even the streetlights are unique and stylish.
The area was rather quiet this particular evening. Perhaps there was a big party somewhere with everyone, and they forgot to invite us.
That’s alright. We visited Mo-Mo Sushi and had a party for two. If I would only be allowed to eat in one place over and over for the rest of my life, I would most likely choose a sushi shop. When we do go, my dad always orders many different kinds and we all share everything. My highlights this time included the barbecued eel roll, the seaweed salad, and the fancy tuna sashimi. I love trying new foods, especially if they seem out of the ordinary.
After the feast, we decided to go for a ride on the sky train. We walked to the nearest station, and bought tickets. I was surprised to see that they leave the entrance gates unlocked, meaning that we didn’t even need our tickets to get through… Apparently they operate using a system of trust. I love that. It is so positive.
We ended up taking a line that was only underground. So no sky train this time. It was still a lot of fun and the metro is surprisingly clean. Getting around by train made me eager to be moving to a big city. Once in Toronto, I hope to never use a car. Trains, buses, bikes and feet will be my new best friends.
Dad buying train tickets
Hey it’s me
English Bay sky; interesting building by the water
When we visit Vancouver, we usually stay at the Sands Best Western in English Bay. It is a beautiful neighbourhood for casual morning walks (obviously accompanied by casual photo-taking) and it is an area dense with cute boutiques and restaurants. There are always new shops to explore. The ocean and gorgeous mountains may seem like minor details, but they truly make all the difference.
The Red Umbrella; dad and his omelette; my beautiful latte
One morning I was really craving eggs so we decided to try out The Red Umbrella, only one block from the hotel. One must not be fooled by the mediocre exterior and the cafeteria-style tables and layout, because the food was delicious and –most importantly– the coffee was up to standards. I would go back there for breakfast any time.
English Bay beach; The Boathouse Fish & Chips
After our breakfast, my dad had to go back to the hotel to finish some work. I decided to go walk around for a while. At one point I turned a corner and saw The Boathouse Fish & Chips Restaurant. Though I am not a fan of fish and chips, I love this place. The deck offers a beautiful view of the bay, but I mostly love it because of the great memories it has hosted. When turning the corner and seeing The Boathouse, I couldn’t help tearing up.The last time we ate there was last summer, during my grandpa’s last visit from Quebec before he passed away. That was a wonderful evening: enjoying the sunset from the deck while eating our fish & chips and laughing and bonding as a family. Because of great memories, I love The Boathouse. I love English Bay.