What a way to wake up. Outside a contingent of seagulls and a murder of crows were either serenading each other or waxing poetic over territorial claims. Normally, only one group chatters so noisily at five in the morning and I can successfully ignore the racket. Not today. Reached for my tablet to discover the clock had ticked barely past five but I realized full awakening had occurred.
First things first. Got the coffee pot set up and pushed the go button. Once the last dribbles were through, I filled my travel mug, grabbed my backpack and cameras to head for the beach. All I had to do was get down there before the sun rose above Mount Baker.
As you can see, I arrived in time to capture the moment for posterity as I ambled out along the pier. Not very crowded when the clock had yet to strike six. However, there were other early risers about walking, loitering and even an artist working on a project at low tide. Seemed pretty fancy for a work of art which would be washed over in the next hour and a half. After I admired her work in progress, I noted the brief life expectancy and she replied it was part of the pleasure for her.
Another with the artist.
After my trip on the pier, I took off down the promenade until it ends almost a kilometer away. Sat on one of my favorite drift logs and gazed out over the ocean enjoying the quiet. Then sauntered my way back with thoughts of breakfast on my mind.
Oh! the ‘Where Am I’ bit. Read the sign in the last photo, all the explanation is there. Well almost. The City of White Rock – all 20,000 of us – is approximately 40 kilometres south of Vancouver and barely a kilometre from the USA border. As an interesting side note, due to the long weekend in British Columbia, the wait to cross the border going south was close to three hours. What fun!
Since WordPress decided to discontinue the weekly photography challenge, I’ve had to question the future direction of this blog. After all, it was set up solely for the purpose of the WPC back in November 2014 when I paused to read one of the emails from WP. How simple and easy to participate. Wait for the weekly prompt, scroll though my photos until inspiration strikes, encase in a small unobtrusive frame, write a sentence or two, add the link and upload. Then back to resting and contemplating the fate of the universe. Later during yet another relaxing break, I would slowly peruse other posts adding the odd comment and hitting the like button. Always liked the way the button came in various languages – me gusto many entries.
Now I’m left to come up with my own prompts or direction. Each time I think about it all, I tire out and call for a time out. A first possibility, I could run the alphabet for 26 days. Ah yes, A is for aardvark rolled off the tongue. Then I realized there are no aardvarks in my neighbourhood which makes it difficult to grab a photo. Next was A for ants but my camera does not have that thousand dollar close up lens so I would have to call the post – S for spots. A short lived notion was to blindly use Wikipedia pages, my initial random pick was the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Using death, famine, war and pestilence, however would simply be stealing the daily news headlines and trying to pretty them up a bit. Maybe a vacation is needed in order to ease the stress on my aching brain.
About my photo today – two observations. No matter how long I stared into the distance, no answer was forthcoming. And secondly, after an online search I discovered there are a slew of restaurants in North America named ‘Track’s End’. Very original.
And by the way, didn’t take me long to figure out I wasn’t on track – I was on the tracks.
As I reached this spot above the tracks, on our way to the beach, I noticed a woman walking along the promenade with a bright pink umbrella. Together with the green grass and the yellow bench, I’m thinking the pink should fit in nicely, especially since there are no other people in view. Because of the drizzle, my camera – securely wrapped in a ziploc bag – rests safe in my backpack. By the time fumble fingers me has gone through the process of taking off the backpack, pulled out the camera, removed it from the baggy and switched it on…well, of course, both the lady and the pink umbrella have disappeared out of the potential picture. Since everything was all set up to snap a photo, I went ahead when I noticed all the parallel lines running horizontally in the scene, plus I still like the bright yellow against the lush green grass.
Hard to miss the East Beach totem poles from either the road or the beach. They were commissioned in 1998 and placed in 1999 to commemorate the 125th anniversary of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and were a gift from the White Rock RCMP detachment. An excellent spot to survey the ocean, watch people passing by below on the promenade or contemplate the bigger picture while relaxing on the stone benches.