The Chain Lakes bike trail in Halifax, NS

The southern end of Halifax offers very different bike trails – city trail that meanders as an elegant path for city dwellers. It is not necessarily my type of cake but yesterday was the day of my sweet tooth call. I have answered and voila: The Chain of Lakes Trail.

It passes so many industrial and commerce sites, crosses so many highway so many highways, that you would think that is a typical big city bike trail that has nothing to do with actual nature. That it is a manicured trail that gives a city folk the theatrical gimmicks of feeling that he is in wild nature. Which – of course – is not true, it is just orchestrated effort to mee that desire.

To my happy surprise, it truly is not the case with this particular trail. Yes, it is without any doubt a city trail. You will find there many walkers, bikers and families that you would not normally find in a forest, on the shores of wild lakes or a totally wild ocean. But it is also a trail that very quickly you forget about it. That you just immerse yourself in the astonishing beauty of passing little streams, meadows and an array of wildlife. Did I mention the lakes that give it its name?  Yes – the amazing Chain Lakes (there is two of them, hence the name ‘chain’).

I started it from a little small park off the St. Margaret Bay Road via Crown Drive. It takes you pass the First and Second Chain Lakes, after double crossing of two streets with special lights and stop signs for bikers and walkers, it follows you through more industrial neighborhood, yet again – if you don’t rise your head too high, you might not even notice as you are biking alongside the lakes Bayers and Lovett.

I meant to bike it many years ago, when we came with John to Nova Scotia. Never did. The time has come to fulfill that promise. I did and I’m glad.

Somehow, it felt that he is biking right beside me. That he kept glancing at me and smiling. But that is entirely different story to write.

This particular image (part of the industrial site close to the Lovett Lake) for some reason took me right away back to the 1980′ in Southern Alberta: there was a time when I was travelling often to the University of Lethbridge. Just before you see the city of Lethbridge – you see the old train trestle bridges that used to connect Alberta and the States on one end, and the Okanagan Valley on the other end. This structure is just a metal box that will eventually become some sort of warehouse. But that was the very first impression I had, when I noticed it. Funny how visual memory works independently in you brain. Of course that is not a valid argument that one has a brain. But a hope, nonetheless.

Jesteś moim wierszem niedokończonym …

Jesteś moim wierszem niedokończonym …

Nieistniejący wiersz

Wczoraj uciekł mi jeden wiersz.

Tak zwyczajnie, po prostu

wybiegł z kartki,

wdrapał się na parapet otwartego okna

i wyskoczył.

Poszedł sobie, nawet się nie obejrzał.


Zabrał ze sobą wszystkie litery,

przecinki, wielokropki

i znaczenia słów.


I już go nigdy nie napiszę,

nie opowiem tej historii,

która może była

lub być mogła.

A nie będzie. Nie dam jej

szansy nawet na spróbowanie,

na niepewność,

na drżenie oczekiwania.

Niewiadomej bycia.

/12. 04. 2024; B. Pacak-Gamalski/

Tak, jak ten dzisiejszy spacer przez most z Dartmouth do Halifaksu i dalej uliczkami tego specyficznego miasta. Uliczkami tego żywego Halifaksu, Halifaksu jego mieszkańców a nie turystów, z dala od Waterfront i zabytkowego Centrum. Halifaksu zamkniętego granicami ulic North, Quinpool, Agricola i Oxford, a więc odsuniętego też trochę od zupełnie innej charakterystyki świata studentów i pracowników rozległego terenu Uniwersytetu Dalhousie.

Znam te uliczki doskonale, na pamięć, mimo to ciągle zauraczają specyficznym, staroświeckim czarem uśpionej prowincjonalności. Lublin, Przemyśl lub Rzeszów przychodzą na myśl. Często tu przyjeżdżałem w dni wolne od pracy by spotkać się z Tobą na twojej godzinie lunchu i przerwie. Ja przyjeżdżałem godzinkę-dwie wcześniej żeby właśnie po tych uliczkach łazić bezmyślnie, gapić się. Potem wracałem pod Berkeley, gdzie pracowałeś i czekałem aż wyjdziesz tym bocznym wyjściem na tyły budynku, gdzie była ścieżka w dół i trochę miłej, zielonej trawy. I szliśmy czasem na lunch obok do kawiarenki lub po prostu na papieroska. W tym miejscu kończyłem dziś i mój spacer. Poczekałem chwilę, popatrzyłem na te boczne drzwi czy może jednak wyjdziesz. Naturalnie, że wiem, że żadnych drzwi już nie otwierasz, przez żadne nie wychodzisz nigdzie. Ale przyzwyczajenie pozostało.

Ty – mój wiersz niedokończony. I spacer po moim mieście. Nigdy przedtem tak o Halifaksie nie myślałem. A teraz stał się moim. Tak jakoś niezauważalnie, mimochodem, niepostrzeżenie. Obok, Warszawy, może Londynu, oczywisci obok Calgary a nawet obok naszego cudownego, nieporównywalnego nawet do Warszawy – Vancouveru (naturalnie pisząc ‘Vancouver’ mam na myśli wszystkie miasta tej wielkiej aglomeracji, a już zwłaszcza Surrey) – miasta ze wszystkich mi drogich – najdroższego, najbliższego. Miasta, które było naszym domem.

Ale wracając do mojej, może ostatniej już wycieczki z kamerą do mojego Halifaksu.

2024 Juno Awards in Halifax

Canadian Press is abuzz with stories about the Juno Awards, the Canadian version of US Grammy Awards. Well, not only the Press – the faithful public, too.  Canadians have always been very loyal to our musical groups, and our singers.  My John would have been delighted with it being hosted this year in Halifax and I would quietly bought a ticket for him a long time ago in advance of the event.  He truly was a huge fan of our musical performers and knew them all. He was my teacher and my encyclopedia on this subject.

I must readily admit that I could easily name the best international operatic singers of the past hundred years.  Starting with Caruso, Dame Nellie Melba from Australia at the turn of the XIX and XX century, incomparable diva Maria Callas (I am sure she is the reason the term ‘diva’ is still being used in popular culture to describe certain, shall we say, overly dramatic or tragic characters. Popular in LGBTQ circles, LOL. Even someone as timid and demure as myself was called that by few …. I know, hard to believe, LOL); great Joan Sutherland, Montserrat Caballe – forever associated in my memory with her wonderful performance with Freddie Mercury in their duet “Barcelona’,  of course also Pavarotti, Domingo and Carreras – the original ‘three tenors’; Polish Ada Sari and great Teresa Żylis-Gara; our own Canadian mezzo-soprano Judith Forst, and Ben Heppner. Enough of that, otherwise I will never stop. But ask me the same about pop music names – the list might not be as long. I didn’t have to remember their names – I could just ask John! He shared that affection for popular music with his brother Roger, who is a good DJ’ and had his share of playing in the clubs. The two of them could talk about current music for a long time – and they did.

But back to business at hand – the Juno Awards in Halifax.  The city is abuzz about it. Who and why should win and who shouldn’t. No, I will not tell you. That is a taboo to talk about rumors like that. You will find out in a few hours. Maybe you did already.

Well, the truth is … I simply have no idea, who is running this year and who should or shouldn’t. Ignoramus, tabula rasa. LOL. John is not here to educate me. But you are much better on this subject, anyway – I am certain. So – enjoy the Junos from Halifax! A few photographs on a very cold day in Halifax of the venue for the event – the Scotiabank Center.