Stanley Park w Vancouverze – gloria wiosny

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

Very few words about it, because words fail to describe the amazing display of nature of the Park, and especially it’s edges around the Rose Garden and Lost Lagoon. Let the camera tell the story. May brings to Stanley Park the volcanic eruption of colours and life. The crown jewel of the entire beautiful city.

Kilka tylko słów, bo słów brakuje na opis tego zjawiska, gdy natura budzi się z zimowego letargu. Początkowo jeszcze senna, jeszcze rozleniwiona delikatną zielenią świeżych pędów na gałązkach, na łąkach. Ale maj, maj to już co innego. Wybucha jak wulkan symfonią kolorów życia płatków kwiatów, świeżą zielenią gałązek i fauną u brzegów Zagubionej Laguny w Parku Stanleya. Wówczas, w tych dniach to korona piękna Vancouveru.

Iona Island by the airport, sea and the Watchman of the Black Order

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.

Links:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Cocteau

https://culture.pl/en/artist/wladyslaw-hasior

Cathedrals, Operas, Magic Houses and Beaches

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

I have few passions in my life. No, I will not write fifty pages blog post, don’t panic, LOL. But generally speaking I wear my emotions on my sleeve and if I like something and enjoy it – I usually use terms ‘I loved it’ instead of ‘I liked it’. Be it a dance, or a kiss, a poem or an operatic aria. Yet, also a … long walk on a beach, in the forest, through bustling streets of big cities.

I do the walks much more often the operas – it is much more affordable. The trails and streets do not need to be re-done completely with new sidewalks, shops, and cafes. In opera – they do. A piano concert very often does not need even an orchestra – just one instrument and one player. In an opera, whoa! A lot: en entire orchestra, most of the time a choir, many actors-singers, and sometime even ballet parts; new set for the stage. None of it comes cheap. So, you pay for the tickets.

But I go to operas much less than to other musical events. There is also a much larger chance that it might be disappointing. Not because a composer was bad, but it could (and often is) that the singers are very un-even in their talent and ability. It could drive you crazy listening to beautiful aria being murdered- I prefer when the dying are the operatic characters, not the delivery of a song LOL.

In the past two days I did both – long walks and an opera. It started with a long and tiring walk in Downtown Vancouver. I enjoyed it – but still suffering (when will it end, brrrr?) from an bad accident a month ago, it was a challenge. By the time I got the Queen Elizabeth Theater^[i]I was already a bit exhausted, especially if you add to it a visit to the Holy Rosary Cathedral for a beautiful Latin Mass for late Pope Francis. It wasn’t the Old Rite Latin Mass, just the language of the Liturgy and songs by the choir were in Latin. I thought very appropriately. The pews were full.

From there, a walk to the theater. And my seat was in the second last row of the balcony. I almost compared it to the religious experience from the church and thought of (how inappropriately, LOL!) – Calvary. I sat on the, edge (for that I’m grateful), right by the stairs. Never noticed that the seats are so small and leg space is almost non-existent! I’m sure my neighbor didn’t appreciated my constant attempts to shift my body and relive my screaming left leg.

Madama Butterfly offers one of the most enduring and sad arias for soprano sung by the greatest: Montserat Caballe^[ii], Maria Callas and many other great divas. I must say truly that the soprano at this performance was superb. Yasko Sato was extraordinary in her rendition of both the joy (first part) and incomprehensible sadness in the second part of the opera. Actually, the entire ensemble was very good … except the tenor singing the part of Butterfly husband – Pinkerton. Sad. Why doesn’t he seek engagement in the choir perhaps, or some local pubs offering pop songs for jolly clientele? Just about every other male voice in that ensemble was better than his. Ej wej… I will not mention his name. No need. Orchestra performed very well, thank you Maestro Lacombe.

Very poignant and interesting change was the historical setting of the opera – the director moved it to Nagasaki in … 1945. I thought that it has added some deeper sense of tragedy to the story.

Alas, the next day came. The other passion, emotions: the walks. And what could be better on a nice walk if not the company of dear friend? Nothing, indeed. Wawa and I went to very dear for me paths of Crescent Beach in South Surrey^[iii]. So many dear memories: with John, with my Mom, who loved it here, with my Damian. The days I was truly happy. Not much has changed there, thanks heavens. As they say: if it ain’t broken – don’t fix it. Although the local business owners (same business, as in my times) were telling us with horror of some plans by local city politicians of idiotic plans for new parking restrictions. That might kill these businesses right out.

I even took my socks off and it was such a wonderful sensation to feel the rocks under my soles, the broken shells, and water! You have no idea how beautiful sensation it gives you, unless like me you were denied that for long weeks now because of the accident. I felt as free as being on Wreck Beach almost, LOL^[iv]. Simply by … removing socks, ha ha ha.

Wawa, that old soul wonderful guy, was a company par excellence. There was not a single word uttered, that was forced, or unnecessary; likewise there was not a single moment of silence that felt uncomfortable. Yet, a lot of words were said and there were moments of silence.

We looked at Point Roberts, at Tsawwassen and its Centennial Beach. I was telling him what it was then; he told me what has changed.

What has changed? I don’t know. The colour of your dress, of his pants, oh her hair, of their car? Maybe. But if they were your friends – nothing really changed. They didn’t, you didn’t, and we stayed true to ourselves. Remember – that’s what made us friends at the beginning.

Yeah – it was a nice walk. Earlier, before Crescent Beach, I went for breakfast to Wawa’s magic house – all the overgrown greenery, the abundance of spring lowers, petals on the trail, on the porch, the friendly parrot. Later to peaceful Ocean View Cemetery in Sapperton and there rows upon rows of flowering cherry trees. His friend was just waking her lovely and friendly blind dog there. We had nice chat.

Yeah – it was a nice walk with a friend.

[i] Queen Elizabeth Theatre – Vancouver Civic Theatres – Vancouver Civic Theatres

[ii] Madama Butterfly (1995 Remastered Version): Un bel dì vedremo (Act II) – YouTube Music

[iii] Crescent Beach | City of Surrey

[iv] Wreck Beach is a famous Vancouver’s nudist beach

Central Park w Burnaby

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

Urokliwe miejsce. Rozległa, z szerokimi alejkami, wąskimi ścieżkami w ramionach dwóch ruchliwych arterii ( Boundary i Kingsway), przestrzeń szerokiego oddechu, ucieczki. Odpowiednik słynnego Stanley Parku w Vancouverze u brzegów Pacyfiku. Sosny i tuje równie potężne, jak w Stanley. I masa kwitnących krzewów czarnych i czerwonych jeżyn (salmon berries), które czepiają się nogawek i rękawów, gdy wejdziesz w zarośla. Zdarza się ponoć i niedźwiedź, ale nigdy takiego tu nie spotkałem choć ostrzegające tablice były i wtedy i teraz widziałem.

Więc pojechałem wystukiwać laską echa starych spacerów…

Central Park

Pozostałeś ten sam, niezmieniony.

To ja się postrzałem, zwolniłem bieg,

nie ty Parku cudowny, stary, młody,

z legendą, wysokimi drzewami otoczony.

Nocą parną od spotkań pasji,

za dnia, jak w Lasku Bulońskim

na polankach zielonych z Renoira,

karminowe wino pragnienia gasi.

Młody mężczyzna przechodzi obok,

uśmiecha się oczami, wargami,

tańczącymi, jak gałęzie wierzb biodrami.

Bezgłośne szepty, spojrzenia, mowa bez słów –

Zmrok za chwilę cicho nadejdzie,

pochylą się, jak szyja Ledy, zielone gałęzie …

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.

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.

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.

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

Urban Mission Creek Park and a lake on high mountain in wilderness of Okanagan, BC.

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

Last two days two nice and very different treks. By land and by water. Friday by land, twelve kilometers through amazing Fall colours of Mission Creek Park following the shoreline of meandering and fast-moving creek, and on Saturday a drive Oyama through the snow- and ice-covered mountain to Oyama Lake. The temperature was still too high for the lake to freeze, there was hardly any wind, and kayaking was a nice adventure.

My perfect companions in Okanagan of kayaking – my cousin Lula and her friend Mike – made it a happy outing. For a lunch we ‘invaded’ a large, secluded and totally wild island, without any traces of human visits, made a little bit of clearing on the shore, gathered some dead wood, big rocks from the shoreline to construct a fireplace and had a lunch that tasted better than dinner in Maxime in Paris.

They will most likely return there during summer, so we spent some time arranging the rocks in the water to make a perfect natural harbor for two kayaks. Just a sleeping bag and voila – your private island in wilderness under the ceiling of bright stars!