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.
Living where I do, even though it’s Canada, there is seldom any local snow. When this light dusting dropped I rushed out to several sights to gather images.
I have been following the oil pipeline that cris-crosses Vancouver. Often this path follows creeks, and at other times footpaths through the woodlands. Three separate series are currently addressing how what appears to be magical wilderness is only a step away from a pollution disaster, and often hides Canada’s contribution to global warming.
When I first saw this I was startled. Too much science fiction I guess.
The light breaks through the forest canopy here and there with a rush of green light. I’m back in the forest now that the leaves are almost gone to look at the structure of the trees.
