The leaves pictured above have yet to drop off as I hunker down at times feeling less like a wispy leaf about to gently fall and more like a stoic stone on a mission to update my kid's picture e-book told in rhyme. Turning it into a print-on-demand option, too, years after its initial publication, remains an ongoing process. But even stones roam and are side-tracked, as I was recently, visiting Vancouver and enjoying a lovely walk that took me across the
Burrard Street Bridge. My photos below are of sights along the way while my poem for
Poets and Storytellers United reflects on life's flow so often propelled by forces beyond our own as we search for stability, direction and meaning.
The bridge I walked on was originally completed in 1932. I love its art deco style.
After much hesitation, stops and starts in the 90's, final bicycle/walkway lanes were added with upgrades in the two-thousands. Sounds a bit like the evolving of my book.
The design and pumpkin orange touches are pleasing to my eye but there was/is controversy over the highrise rental apartments being built by the indigenous people who own the land the project sits on by the bridge. You can learn more about it
HERE.
There are many pretty shoreline views to see when crossing over False Creek.
On a sidewalk nearby there is a mosaic by
Bruce Walther who had depicted the bridge in anticipation of the upcoming 2010 Winter Olympics.
There have been glitches in
getting the current version of my kid's e-book formatted correctly for various platforms and making it available everywhere. Bridging old and new technology can be frustrating and has me loving and loathing the process. Human assistants are rare and I feel like a very tiny stone tossed into a sea of digital codes.
