Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski
I used to see it from the other shore, from the hidden and secretive trails at the bottom of Marine Drive or from the top, from the air, when flying anywhere from Vancouver Airport. I am not even sure if I truly went there physically for a walk. If I did it was really many, many years ago, maybe in 1990ties? Because everywhere you look from Iona jetty you see familiar and dear shapes of shoreline and sea – it feels that you were. But did you?
At least last Tuesday was memorable and I will remember this time. Sun was gorgeous, sand soft, almost muddy, the shapes of fallen white huge trees, their trunks and strange crowns of roots brought by an ocean from forests far away, the piercing sunrays from blue skies – all created eerie atmosphere of Cocteau theater stage or Hasior’s artistic installations.
Younger friend bringing the whiff of youthful air and contemporary world and a Black Watchman of yesteryear. Of an ancient Black Order.
Theatrical? But of course! It truly was a massive stage, with huge steel pterodactyls flying from the airport right there above our heads.
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