An Afternoon at Bear Creek Park

It’s not often that I can get the whole family (myself, my wife, Catherine, and my two daughters, Bailey & Brynne) out for a walk anymore, but I managed the feat last weekend, and we enjoyed a lovely stroll through and around Bear Creek Park.

It was a beauteous day: the universe opened up above us with all its potential resplendence; nevertheless, none of the images I recorded for posterity documented anything much higher than my shoelaces. Below are a couple of examples: the top image was the highest extraterrestrial vector I managed…

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A day in Fort Langley

My eldest daughter, Bailey, and I were in Fort Langley. We walked along the main street, buildings from another age on each side. Suddenly, she asked me which antique store was the one where her Mom, my wife, Cathy, was separated from Brynne and me (in time, space, and/or in another reality).

I took Bailey into the store. As we walked from room-to-room, the wooden floor groaned warnings in an unknown tongue; we ignored the auguries, and descended to the basement.

On the way down the stairs, Bailey stopped, leaned toward me, grasped my arm in both her hands, and angled her head to grab my attention, eye-to-eye.  Then she whispered: “It’s haunted.” She was in her element. She repeated the pronouncement several times as the day wore on…

We had lunch at a 1950s-style café called Planet Java; each table in the café has an individual jukebox, just like I remember from so many years ago, in the Chinese food restaurant in The Village, in North Vancouver. But I digress…

Bailey and I had a nice walk along the trail beside the river, and I recall thinking how lucky I’ve been in life; the two souls that have decided to share this existence with my wife and me honour us with their presence.

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