This curved seating sits in front of a metal and wood sculpture where small groups can play during the weekly farmer’s market or an occasional summer evening. It was one of the nifty trade offs where the public gets a small portion of park area from a developer who then turns the 50 thousand dollar gift into multi millions because they are allowed extra floors in the condo towers. While the area has been a relaxing place to sit and enjoy the sun, that will come to a quick end as two more towers are under construction on the south side. Once completed the little park will be at the bottom of a dark canyon.
Our main street in White Rock is currently impassable due to the city’s beautification campaign, or so they say. Not that these workmen are going to end the project, they’re just out to divert more traffic on to already crowded side streets. What Fun!
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 I didn’t run into any black and white birds in the last few days, I had to rethink what to post. At some point when White Rock built new sidewalks along Marine Drive connecting east and west beaches, someone from the city decided to stamp an eagle or fish in the newly poured cement every twenty feet or so. They really don’t show up that well and are easy to miss. I wonder why anybody would walk along here staring at their feet when Semiahmoo Bay is meters away. Besides which there are probably three nesting pairs of bald eagles along the western shoreline and can usually be seen everyday soaring or fishing. Look up and enjoy the aerial display!
On the exterior of buildings you often run into oddly built staircases but wider treads tend to make it easier to manage. This set inside the White Rock library are at a definite angle for no other reason than the architectural design. When you’re used to walking up or down stairs at a 90 degree angle, it can be a bit off-putting to climb them closer to sideways.
About a third of the way to the eventual 24 story highrise. The plan is to keep seniors locked up in the vertical tower for as long as they can afford the premium rents. But look at the nice horizontal lines during construction.
Fresh out of the camera. Decided to head down to the beach before the crowds of tourists and snapped this shot of a BNSF freight heading south from Vancouver likely on its way to Seattle. Must be Black and White Thursday.
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.
Down for walks along West Beach in White Rock especially in the winter when there are no crowds. A place to enjoy the outdoors in peace. Mount Baker looming in the background.
It wouldn’t be a tour guide without a photo of the pier at White Rock.