Between the city of Vancouver and the weird, unrepresented area known as the University Endowment Lands, home to UBC, is Pacific Spirit Park, an 800 hectare urban forest. Dog walkers, runners, cyclists, teachers introducing children to forest ecology, a place to breathe and recover some equilibrium.  

The notches you’ll find on the trunks of old growth trees were for springboards, basically a small “diving board” jammed into a notch that allowed a logger to saw the tree above its thicker (and less valuable) base. 

The Red Blanket

I was walking along a beach, alone, a lonely beach, at dusk, with no particular goal, though I had my camera with me. 

At first, I only glanced at it. Another cast-off, perhaps washed ashore. I walked on. 

Had it covered a night of embraces in the fog and smoke that had enveloped us? 


Sometimes (maybe more often than I’d like) I go out with a camera and have no idea what I’m going to shoot. I just feel like carrying it with me and hope that something will inspire. This was the case the other night at Jericho Beach in Vancouver, when I wandered around. Walking back along the beach by the sailing centre, I saw large bubbles floating offshore. 

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