Which my iPhone rotated to portrait mode, as it sometimes does when it doesn’t have a horizon line or something for reference, so I had to decide if I liked it better in portrait or if I wanted to rotate it back to its original landscape.
Gate shortened for cyclists, original paint showing through.
There is a little bit of debris farther up the trail, around the bed, but just a few twigs and things.
Windstorm aftermath, August 29, 2015:
Original, uncut gate. Plus a million pieces of debris.
The primary difference, of course, is that in August the trees have all their leaves on them, which makes branches heavy and…dangerous. On this day, I actually noped out of trying to navigate the trail, though the storm had passed at this point.
Brunette River showing more green along its shores, plus a bonus great blue heron in the lower-left corner. Ignore the bit of the new SkyTrain maintenance yard construction also on the left. As the vegetation does it thing over the next few months, most of that should be blotted out, preserving the illusion of untouched nature.
You might be thinking, “What kind of hippie malarkey1Malarkey is officially my Word of the Week. is this?” And I would answer, it’s the best kind!
Because what “Touch a tree” really means is go outside for a walk and do it somewhere with nature and junk, not just down the sidewalk to the local Subway. Which I can do as there are areas like that no more than 10β15 minutes walking time from where I live.
And yes, today, I did touch a tree (I kind of cheated, because it was near a sidewalk, though I was not close to a Subway at the time).
My reflection, with phone, in the Brunette River (October 27, 2023)Coming up into the light at Hume Park, post-runBurnaby Lake, early winter, with Burnaby Mountain to the left.