This is the cargo dock in Vancouver Harbour. I'm standing at Canada Place facing east towards Burnaby. Half of this photo is a painting of sorts. I'm not really a painter but all of the reflections are my own doing, an example of an idea I get and then working to bring it out. I do it for no other reason than I get a enjoyment from it. The waters of Vancouver Harbour are not nearly this glassy, but that doesn't stop me from imagining what it would look like if they were.
This looks almost like a lake with fresh water. But then there would not be such big cargo docs. Mr. Rational says things don't make sense and deconstructs the scene. However in the world of my imagination I get to mix things up a bit and play what-if scenarios.
In fact the waters of this bay are really clean, especially for a port with so much shipping. It's not uncommon to see otters and seals swimming about. Compared to other port cities this is probably one of the cleanest. Maybe that's where I got the idea from. I'll take it up notch and make it appear like a lake. One thing is for sure, this is the only image like this you'll see because it has one foot in reality and one in my imagination.
This is one of the places I go to whenever I need to get away. Friday evening I walked along the seawall with my dog and soaked in the muted tones of blue, green and grey. I had come up here hoping for a sunset but what I got was better. This is Fort DeSoto Park is in St Petersburg Florida.
By simply making the effort to show up and be observant I notice things I might otherwise overlook. The textures and patterns in the clouds are an example. I once heard that these are the wings of angels. Maybe, but whatever posses them to form such shapes is beyond my comprehension.
In the foreground is the concrete reinforcement of the seawall. Beyond is the Gulf of Mexico. Ships pass by here on the way in and out of Tampa Bay. If you look closely you'll see two large vessels along the horizon. A few minutes later I watched as one passed by.
At this time of day the crowds have left and you can pretty much have the whole place to your self. There were one or two other souls along the seawall enjoying the tranquillity, or perhaps just communing with their thoughts. Maybe those angels had something to do with it.
I don't know about you but when I walk on the beach I'm not really going anywhere; just walking for walking sake. Maybe I pick a point at the turn of the coast or a pier off in the distance, but really, it's just something to satisfy my sense of progress while the rest of my thoughts are allowed a little down time. Going nowhere in particular is good.
Sometimes I'll take a drive for the same reason, just put a destination in the ol' noggin and drive on autopilot. Not that I'm not aware and alert, just that I'm away from the normal routine and it allows my neurons to take different pathways for a bit. Simple enough.
I used to work in a bank building in the mid-west. It had no windows and after staring at the computer for hours. my friend Don and I would go for a walk. We weren't going anywhere in particular, just out for change of scenery, a temporary redirection of the neural pathways. I think that many important things we conceive in our minds occur when we let our thoughts run free. There's some truth in it. If we keep our thoughts in the same pattern for too long it can be unhealthy. So I walk to think about things and go nowhere in particular.