I didn’t realise how wonderful it was to be somewhere else. After 2 plus years of going nowhere, suddenly I’m somewhere. It’s not the mountains, or the ocean, or the excellent food — it’s just being far away from my real life. Here are some impressions thru photos.

Clockwise: poster on a hoarding; what’s left of an old growth forest in a park; Burrard inlet, tulips and me; plants in a beauty salon window.

“When I was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either. But not books, there is always a chance that a copy will survive and continue to enjoy a shelf-life in some corner on an out-of-the-way library somewhere in Reykjavik, Valladolid or Vancouver.”

Amos Oz, Jewish Israeli novelist

clockwise above: pere et fils in Sushi Nanaimo; pink blossoms on a side street; white blossoms;

“I have an assistant in Vancouver to help me with my life.”

Megan Gallagher, American theatre and TV actor.

Apparently the community policing budget is so tight, they offer a shredding service nearby; a typical stairway of a two storey building on East Hastings St; looks like a wild rose tree; pop-up-plaza, one of six on Vancouver streets, closed to traffic but a nice place to sit, eat and watch people. This one is at Kamloops and East Hastings.

Above: clockwise–a shop with incense, heavy jewelry and fabrics; store window for Easter; my local library; panoramic view of the Iron Workers Memorial Second Narrows Bridge

Featured image: Deep Forest by Emily Carr (c. 1931), Canadian 1871-1945