Escape from brown to Nanaimo
I love looking out of a plane window to see if I can recognise any landmarks before they become too small. When I left Calgary earlier this week, the view in every direction was brown – fields, trees empty of leaves, even the mountains which didn’t have that much snow.
The contrast in Nanaimo was striking. Low hanging clouds and rain are part of island life in the late fall and winter and it has been especially wet there recently. Greeting me were mountains half hidden in fog. The forest was so lush, it was hard to see where the moss stopped and the tree trunks started.
The waterfront has some lovely pathways and I was treated to an hour of sunshine the second day.
So many people were out walking and I could see why. Even when I lost the sun, the smell of the ocean was still invigorating.
I thought this statue would be of an old ship captain. It is actually of Frank Ney, the mayor of Nanaimo from 1967 to 1984 and 1986 to 1990. He liked pirate costumes and helped to launch bathtub races from Nanaimo to Vancouver.
I was reflecting that I seem to be drawn to places which are different as if they are somehow better. Beauty is everywhere; I just have to keep my eyes open. This abandoned warehouse at the waterfront looked pretty sad beside an empty parking. Weeds poked through the cracked pavement. Capture the flowers (crop out the thistle) in front and it looks better. Not sure I would call the number on the sign advertising commercial storage, though!
A trip to Pipers Lagoon Park had me fascinated by the trees clinging to the rock.
I came back to Calgary very thankful for the two days I had on the island. An afternoon in Kananaskis yesterday proved that there is beauty in brown, but I will save that for another post.
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