Symphony in the forest

I can’t believe that in all the years I’ve lived in Vancouver I’ve never been to Pacific Spirit Regional Park. Last night was my first visit, and now that I know how beautiful it is, I’ll be back soon. I love how the sounds of the city fall away so completely there.

We were drawn to Pacific Spirit by Forest Symphony, an evening event hosted by Metro Vancouver. Singers, guitarists, violinists and harpists were tucked into clearings along the park’s paths, filling the forest with music. Gorgeous.
One of the many wonderful ways that having a child has changed me is introducing a wider range of experience into my life. Before Cassandra, our Vancouver outings fell mostly into four categories: dinner, movies, shopping, visiting friends.
Now that Cass is in our lives, we get outside a lot more. I search out new parks to visit and free events to attend. Since we moved back to Vancouver in December, I’ve had so many city firsts: taking the Aquabus, visiting the Bloedel Conservatory, riding the Stanley Park Train, communing with bunnies at Jericho Beach, jumping in the fountain at Queen Elizabeth Park, and now, walking trails at Pacific Spirit Park.
All these moments were designed to add variety, richness and beauty to my daughter’s life. I never anticipated the joy they would bring to my own.





I ended up with a few nice ones. However, organizing my 200+ duck images and trying to find five that worked for my assignment was a bit laborious. While I worked, I heard my family out in the front yard, playing with the bubble machine my daughter got for her birthday. Naturally, I had to go take more pictures.
I figure photography is a lot like writing. When your subject fascinates you, it shows in the final product. If there’s no love, that shows too. When I began writing I didn’t intend to write fantasy. But magic and oddness always crept into my stories. I stopped fighting it a long time ago. I write what excites me. I think I’ll do the same with photography.
On the sixth day we hung freshly painted planets from our living room ceiling. And on the seventh day, we ate a lot of cupcakes.
I’m writing a blog post to avoid the above project. My daughter’s third birthday party is this weekend. She wants a space theme. So I decided to make a model of the solar system out of balloons covered in papier mache. It’s one of those ideas that seems great until you realize just how much time it has eaten up, and how misshapen and lumpy your planets are.