A few weeks ago we spent a three days in Vancouver, BC, Canada, visiting good friends we’ve known since 1972 and, not incidentally, going to the Vancouver Art Gallery (the major museum in Vancouver) for the Vermeer, Rembrandt and the Golden Age of Dutch Art exhibit. It was there that we ran across an exhibit of Emily Carr’s charcoal drawings which set me off on my recent Carr mania. But no, I’m not going to subject you to more of them.
Vancouver is a cosmopolitan city, a grand city, surrounded by magnificent bays, surrounding and surrounded by fine parks, big and small, and great high rises, fun for someone from a small city (or big town) like Portland. And of course, it was great to photograph:
This is the building right across from the hotel where we were on the 16th floor. I’m always fascinated by the reflections of these glass giants, and when they are accompanied by shadows, it’s even better.
We also went to the University of British Columbia, which has a Museum of Anthopology, featuring fine totem poles. While there, we got to see some work of Bill Reid, a Haida (one of Canada’s First Nation groups from the Pacific Northwest coast) artist. The Rotunda in which Reid’s major carving is featured, is curved, to curve around the carving itself.
The main figure in the carving is Raven, of course, opening the clam shell to let The People out. It’s a wonderful carving, humorous and poignant, at the same time.
And then, for no discernible reason, while we were walking back to the hotel from dinner, the major Vancouver street that we were on was suddenly closed to vehicle traffic and thousands of people started streaming toward the waterfront. We went back to the hotel, where we found that there were to be fireworks over the water, and from our friend’s room, on the 20th floor, we could just see them, around the edge of a highrise. I took about 100 photos in the increasing darkness, with various bits of non-success. But I liked some of the photographs anyway; their faults had a certain charm.
This one wasn’t quite as blurry as some, in part because it wasn’t quite dark yet. But the zigzags of the lights bemused me. –June