Queen Victoria would have smiled

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

In 1856 Major General Richard Moody founded the City as a Capital of the colony of British Columbia. Actually he named it originally as a Queensborough. It was no one other than Queen Victoria, who called it a Royal City, and because the Seat of the Power was in Parliament in London – it was formally called a New Westminster.

Hence, it retained that old charm and European – in the Island flavor , of course – style of streets and architecture. The two main streets are Columbia and above it , you guessed it – is naturally Royal Avenue leading to – again, of course – Royal Park.

Eventually much later, in the 1920, Vancouver overtook it by size and population. But the Royal City remained with its stiff upper lip, LOL.

I have not been here for almost a decade. But it feels and looks like nothing has changed. Naturally, it did. But almost just superficially: it used to be that every second store was a wedding dresses, long tails and suits. There are still few of them and prominently displayed but the majority was replaced with new, metro-style trendy cafes, little restaurants with excellent cuisine, boulangeries –patiseries (It will be the death of me, considering my weakness for a good cake and pastries, aj wej!), even an excellent exotic and elegant (very handsome perfumer) salon with perfumes called ‘Aromatica’ – that will be the death of my bank account, LOL. Did I mention that salon is exactly next door to an entrance to the building I’m living in? Aj wej!!! There is also rather visible (or audible) musical life here. Back in my first years here there was a popular restaurant/club ‘Heritage Grill’. Used to go there many times for a good music and good drinks. Often with dances, which my Mom used to like very much. While still living in Halifax, the owner notified me that the club was consumed by fire. so now the musicians move to little drinking hole ‘Judge Begbie’s Tavern’ and at least twice a week old singers and players and new aspiring ones gather there for impromptu concerts. Little corner by the door where they perform is called Heritage Grill Corner. Nice. Spent an evening there and had a nice chat with two young singers.

Enough of these ahs! and ohs!. Beter turn to pictures and see for yourself.

Futuristic City – Miasto Jutra

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

(in English and in Polish)

Specifically and accurately speaking it is not ‘a city’, entire town – rather a specific fragment of Burnaby, major part of Greater Vancouver. Even more specific – a small but prominent section concentrated around intersection of Kingsway, Willingdon and Beresford streets. What is popularly called a Metrotown. A city of glass towers with massive commercial mall in the middle of it.

Któż nie pamięta “Przedwiośnia” Stefana Żeromskiego (jeśli ktoś nie pamięta, to nie powód do chwały – pewne kanony literatury polskiej winny być podstawą tego, co określa się mianem świadomości inteligentnego [czyt. mądrego Polaka]) i jego wizji szklanych domów Baryki? Symbolu nowoczesnej, sprawiedliwej i pięknej odrodzonej Polski. Nawet jeśli “Przedwiośnia” nie bardzo pamiętacie – to bez wątpienia, co te hasło Polska szklanych domów oznaczało, jako metafora.

Odwiedzając wczoraj spacerem środkowy fragment Burnaby, nazywany od molocha-centrum handlowego Metrotown, wspomniałem tą metaforę z “Przedwiośnia”. Całą tą przestrzeń wciśniętą między ulicami Royal Oak, Kingsway, Willingdon i Imperial. Ale podobnie, jak wizją Żeromskiego nie miała z rzeczywistością wiele wspólnego, tak i ta wizja z Metrotown nic o sprawiedliwości społecznej nie mówiła. Jeśli literackie skojarzenia to zdecydowanie Lem a nie Żeromski przychodził na myśl. A właściwie jeszcze dalej i konkretniej: merkantylizm, blichtr, popyt-podaż. Ludzie tam chodzący to nie mieszkańcy – to klienci. Trudno uwierzyć, że tuż obok są urocze, rozległe miejsca spacerowe pięknego Central Park; nieco w dół Deer Lake uroczy, czy choćby spacerowe alejki wzdłuż Sanderson Way. Jeśli nie wiesz – pojęcia mieć nie możesz , bo te szklanno-betonowe ściany ulic przesłaniają wszelką perspektywę widokową. Naprawdę szkoda. Trzydzieści lat temu mieszkałem tu niedaleko, na Capitol Hill. Metrotown już istniał, cały ten wielki mall. Istniało wiele ze starszych wieżowców, ale wszystko miało to ciągle jakiś ludzki wymiar. Nie było martwą (mimo ciągłego ruchu, bieganiny) pustynią megalitów.

Przyznaję, że te szklane ściany przy odpowiednim naświetleniu, niebie i chmurach są gratką wielkich luster. I jest to ciekawe zjawisko i wyzwanie fotograficzne. Kilka z tego dnia zdjęć poniżej. Co naturalnie nie zmienia moich refleksji powyżej.

The charm of Downtown Vancouver through camera lense

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

I posted here already photo galleries of Commercial Drive in Vancouver; of quaint sweet Ladner; of course of my beloved Stanley Park. Now it is time for cherry on top of it: the incomparable beauty of Downtown Vancouver.

Były tu już posty w ostatnich miesiącach z ruchliwej, uroczej Commercial Drive we Wschodnim Vancouverze; były z magicznego, zaczarowanego Stanley Parku, z uroczego małego Town of Ladner. Czas na koronę tego piękna zwanego Wielkim Vancouverem: Downtown Vancouver.

Eh, Sirius, Sirius … are you serious?

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

I did usually hunt for Moon (many times, LOL). for Venus (typical woman, timid and tricky, LOL), as for our own Sun – more than I should have, LOL. I was able to spot Orion from the Atlantic coast hanging from it’s cosmic street light post. But Sirius always was tricky. Today I choose a perfect night – clear and bright of of all the stardust flickering as on Christmas tree.

Tripod set steady an here we go. Only 8.5 light years away. What’s a light year for a dreamer? Nothing, really. Sirius being actually a binary star is often fluctuating in light waves and it shows on some of the photos. On one or two, I think, you can see the little sister of Sirius as a bluish spot. And yes, Orion is not far away, nor the two vey angry hunting dogs: Canis Major and Canis Minor protecting Sirius from very serious hunters set to destroy our star – the twins Castor and Pollux. On the other hand – what does it matter if the huge giant-star Antares could explode any day now. And I mean it is a huuuuge red giant. And it will collapse any second, and the show will be visible from Earth. Unlike another star that visited Vancouver recently – for that Antares show tickets will be free, LOL. Grab you folding chair and get ready. Really – anytime. Anytime between tomorrow and a … milion years from now. You see, the stars are extremely finicky, their concept of time is very much not in line with ours. But that I can’t fix. Not even with my old camera. Goodnight now.

Biegając po niebie Running through night sky

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

Nocne niebo kusi, obiecuje, zachwyca. Gwiazdy migocą, szeptają coś, te małe drobiazgi wydają się biegać, gonić ze śmiechem. Więc goniłem za nimi z kamerą. Nie dały się złapać. Jeno Łysy pilnował swą wielgachną latarnią by swawoli za dużo nie było. Venus troche udało mi sie podejrzeć, gdy krygowała się przed Orionem siedzącym na dyszlu Wielkiego Wozu. Ale Łysy tak silnie świecił, , a Wenus tak się w odległych kątach kryły ze swoimi zalotami, żem ledwie mógł nieco tylko podejrzeć. Com widział, to pokażę.
The night sky today was particularly busy with lovemaking or love-hoping. Although Moon kept an eye for proper behavior and shone huge light to toward the dark corners. Especially were Venus tried to spark an interest in her beauty from handsome Orion. As she tried to hide in the shadows of the night sky - I had hard time to catch her splendor. But what I did - I will show you.

MOON

VENUS

Trails, Sun and Moon above Okanagan Lake

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

During the long Pleistocene there were few glacial movements in what is known now as an Okanagan Valley. It created an amazing mixture of land and water formations near Kelowna. Of course Okanagan Lake, the largest depository and former deepest channel of the glacier as it retreated from these lands. But there is multitude of smaller lakes stretching to Shuswap and Arrow Lakes to the east and multitude of smaller lakes in the mountains and hills surrounding the valley. Between – a maze of streams and small rivers feeding middle size lakes (Maramata, Kalamalka and Wood – to name just a few) or the huge Okanagan Lake.

Today I went for trek to some of the high hills (mind you – still hills, not proper mountains) on the southeast above Kelowna. It is a mixture of grassland and small patches of wooded area with pines and shrubs. Human habitation is ever encroaching there, as people build more and more monstrous mansions higher and higher. Still, I hiked higher and further. At a certain spot, traversing a deep gully with very steep sides I have noticed a narrow trail from the bottom to the other side. As the gass was half frozen and numerous patches os snow made it slippery, I gladly took that narrow trail. I realized quickly that it was narrow for a good reason – it was not made by other hikers but by animals. The only marks I found were those of coyotes and very distinctive footprints of a bear. As the slopes were very steep, I couldn’t see what was on the other side and ascertain how fresh the footprints were. My chances of running very quickly on that terrain were rather slim. But today our paths did not cross… , LOL. I followed, were I could, old existing trails: aptly named Hoodoo Trail, Coyote Trail and Grassland Trail. In parts – mostly it was just the grassland and the trails appeared and disappeared under the grass and snow.

The view from these hills toward the city far away and the mountains above me was just amazing. An eagle was screeching angrily at me – go home! And laughingly I yelled back at him: never you mind, I will not bother you, go away! Which he did flown away from hi s nest on one of the tall pines. The eagle also gave sign that a true spectacle was just about to begin: the absolutely stunning sunset on the west side and almost full moon on the east. It was something to behold. Hope my camera captured part of it. Enjoy.

Blask Warszawy

fotografie: Janina Zwierzchowska; tekst: B. Pacak-Gamalski

Kiedyś, przed wieloma laty, lubiana i popularna wówczas piosenkarka Rena Rolska śpiewała:

Długą, potem Freta
Między kramy, prosto w ramy Canaletta
W pejzaż malowany
W urok zapomniany, warszawski czas
Konie jabłkowite
Bladym, sennym świtem powiozą nas

Piosenka nosiła tytuł “Fantazja warszawska”. Gdy Janina przesłała mi swoje zdjęcia z jej spaceru z kamerą po Starówce, po Krakowskim, Nowym Świecie, przy Pałacu Kultury – ta piosenka, ta melodia natychmiast grała mi w duszy. Tyle już lat temu, dekady gdy słuchałem jej w odbiorniku radiowym, A ileż razy wiele lat później, gdy z mojej Warszawy wyjechałem, nuciłem ją sam sobie … Wiec, gdy te magiczne zdjęcia zobaczyłem, pomyślałem: co za piękny poemat fotograficzny tego przepięknego miasta. Warszawa moich lat nie była taka piękna, jak dziś. Nie była prawdziwą metropolią Europy, jaką jest teraz. Ale Stare Miasto, Krakowskie Przedmieście i Szlak Królewski pozwalał nam wtedy zapominać o szarzyźnie i brudzie socrealizmu. A teraz … tęsknić. Tak, jak tęskniły generacje tych, co wyjechali z wielu powodów. Do czego? Do miasta tylko? Chyba nie tylko – tęsknili do atmosfery, do swojej kawiarni, do przyjaźni i miłości młodości. Kawiarnia warszawska, ach, godzinami o niej mówić można. Każdy jakąś swoją lub swojej paczki przyjaciół miał. Tak, jak K.I. Gałczyński wspominał jego i jego przyjaciół kawiarnię “Zodiak” w wierszu ‘Warszawianie”‘

Nasi warszawiacy frontem do ulicy
siedzą i pijąc kawę z miną tajemniczą;
szepczą o Rzeczycy, Horzycy, Wolicy
oraz Gombrowiczu i Kurnakowiczu. ^{(fragment )}

Ale starczy obrazów malowanych słowami. Teraz te prawdziwe, Fotoreportaż Czaru w obiektywie Janiny Zwierzchowskiej

On John’s street in Kelowna …

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski-Graham

In the middle of Kelowna there is a magic street called ‘Graham Road’. It is magic not only because of the name (my husband’s and soulmate) but because it is magic during the Christmas time. We went there tonight with my cousin, a good week after Christmas – but there was still plenty to marvel at. Check it out yourself. And next time you are during that time – remember to go there for a walk or drive .

… and few more from her own magical winter adobe

Back to the trails in 2025 around Kelowna

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

Being the last day of the last year I went yesterday for a longer walk afternoon. Not far, maybe five kilometers, to the base of Toovey Hill in Kelowna. On the walk there I met a wonderful iron biker hurrying up to chase off the old year and bring the new one. And he did (as most of you I hope noticed, LOL – it is 2025).

But today the New Year is here. Why not – lets continue that walk started yesterday. And take our two dogs (Roko and Czorcik) along for that walk. We did. But why finish where I stopped last night? No point – newer should be better, shouldn’t it? Czorcik (pronounced Chorcheek which means exactly that in Polish – a little devil) being that tiny devil. agreed, LOL.

We went to the bottom of the hill, crossed a busy Highway 33 and ended up by little church and pond there. We went there once before, I recall at that time was still warm Fall, pond was full od ducks and definitely not frozen. Not today, tough. Today it was solidly frozen. I asked loudly: shall we go back home? Simultaneously we both replied: nah, what for? Let’s go further.

And we did. A lovely old windy road settled between orchards and farmhouses took us all the way to the beginning of Mission Creek Park. A park we know both very well, as we walked and hiked there twice. I posted here short photographic memories of the first trip_[i].

Here are some more of the pictures from the other end of Mission Creek forest, the less travelled, definitely not touristy road.