Pointing at the sun.

Today, which started out quite dark and overcast, suddenly became sunny in the middle of my walk. This is the last part of Still Creek I plan to walk, Now to take the over 200 images and edit them down to a manageable sized group that carries the narrative forward. The series covers two if not not three years, and all seasons. This is the first time I have been able to walk this entir e length as it has been blacked by an overgrowth of bushes. Still Creek, as a project of uncovering and reclaiming has taken the city a lot longer.

The creek by the bog.

I’ve spent many hours following this creek along the edge of the bog, but have focused mainly on the area near the centre of the bog where the beavers flood the pathways and their are dark, heavily covered pine forests. Here the creek is next to the rail line. Trains come through at faster speeds than you would expect. Overhead a large bridge leads to an island and then back to the mainland, and the smell of cedar trees being cut in a nearby lumber yard fills the air.