Showing posts with label sign. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sign. Show all posts

Friday, May 01, 2026

Approved

 A crow reads a sign:

Yes, of course crows can read. They're smart!

Text of sign: 
DO NOT CUT OR REMOVE
WOOD OR ROCKS
FROM FORESHORE
STABILIZATION WORKS
(Logo) BRITISH COLUMBIA 
The rest is illegible.

See, he approves. Left his signature!

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Un cuervo lee un aviso que dice:
PROHIBIDO CORTAR O REMOVER
MADERA O PIEDRAS
DE LAS OBRAS DE ESTABILIZACIÓN
DE LA PREPLAYA
(Logo)
COLOMBIA BRITÁNICA

Y se va, dejando atrás su marca de aprobación.

:)


Monday, December 20, 2021

Not so hot.

On a hot day in July ...

So says the sign beside the parking lot at Elk Falls. It seemed a bit out of context this week.

Campbell River Fire information sign.

Sign text: "On a hot day in July 1938, an ominous smoke pillar near Gosling Lake signalled a forest fire which was to ravage 115 square miles of logged and timbered land. Over 1500 firefighters battled grimly for weeks to save timber and communities. Costs and damages were enormous. Reforestation, intensified by the Forest Service, helped to heal the black scar. Province of British Columbia 1966"
Some fire damage is still visible on older trees farther down the slope towards the falls.

I walked down as far as the first bridge over the ditch where the old wood pipeline carried water from the dam upriver.

First bridge, with dog walker. And dogs.

Crossed the bridge and followed deep footprints up to the edge of the forest.

Looking back to the parking lot. The building just visible is the park information centre.

The footprints went on into the forest. I didn't.

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Fue un dia caluroso de julio ...

Así proclama un letrero al lado del estacionamiento de las cataratas Elk Falls. Esta semana parecía un poquito fuera de contexto.

Foto: el letrero, con la nieve apilada alrededor.

Texto del letrero: "Incendio de Campbell River. En un dia caluroso de julio de 1938, una columna de humo amenazadora cerca del lago Gosling señaló un incendio que iba a destrozar 115 millas cuadradas de bosque y areas ya cosechadas. Más de 1500 bomberos lucharon fuertemente por semanas para proteger los bosques y las comunidades. Los costos y los daños fueron enormes. La reforestación, con la asistencia del Servicio Forestal, ayudó a sanar la negra cicatriz. La Provincia de Colombia Británica, 1966"
Todavía se ve quemaduras en algunos de los árboles viejos en la bajada hacia las cataratas.

Yo seguí el sendero hasta el primer puente, que cruza la zanja donde antaño el conducto de madera llevaba el agua saliendo de la presa.

Segunda foto: el puente, con paseadora de perros. Y dos perritos.

Crucé el puente y subí el cerrito, siguiendo unos pasos bien hundidos en la nieve hasta el borde del bosque.

Tercera foto: mirando atrás, hacia el estacionamiento, y la casita de informes del parque.

Los pasos seguían para adentro del bosque. Yo no.


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Weathered leftovers

More photos from the vacant lot: things found underfoot.

In an abandoned cement ring, water, seeds and other detritus is caught in a spider web. I liked the patterns reflected in the water droplets.

Just a dying leaf, belly up.

Zooming in to show the pattern

Leaves and a Nike hoodie. I often find good clothes here, just dropped as if on a bedroom floor.

Well, fire-starting stuff, anyway. Part of a 4'x8' sign for "Luxury Duplexes".

Face under leaves. Another part of the sign.

Some of the vacant lot critters, tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Rainy day sampler

I have a hard drive full of old photos, most too bad to be used, some with possibilities; but these get lost in the undergrowth. Following Ted McRae's example, I've been sorting them out and rescuing those I can, now that I have newer software and am slowly learning to use it.

Here's a random assortment of the most recent recovers, in no particular order. (Blogger's choice, and I didn't interfere.)

In a dry summer, an angel dreams of days when her pool was full. York Road, Campbell River, 2009.

Is that a ... turtle?!  Photo from Laurie's old film camera, pre-2006. Boundary Bay.

Rotting ball, White Rock beach, April 2009.

I posted this on the blog in August of 2010; I think it's a feather duster worm. The photo was messy and dark, but a few quick tricks with Elements (Ted's first two) brought it to life.

Same worm, clearer pose. It's about an inch and a half long.

Lion, in the jumbled entrance of a house in Finn Slough. The background camouflaged the lion in front; a pity, because I think he's beautiful. I finally figured out how to use the selection tool, masked the lion, and blended the mess. Simple, now I know how. October, 2010.

Signs in the corner of a store window in Strathcona. April, 2011.

1980s photo, taken with one of those little Kodachromes, much faded with age. Scanned and cleaned up, it's passable. This is my younger son rototilling a patch of swamp land we were draining and reclaiming. Wonderful soil! That first year, I had 7 boxes of tomatoes to can.
Firvale, the Bella Coola valley, BC.

Straw "painting" I brought back from Mexico in the 1970s. Cheating here; I threw out all my old photos, and took a new one now that I have a better camera and a decent flash. For the first time, the straw came out as straw, and Elements cleaned up the edges nicely.

I've done a batch of scanned family photos, which I've uploaded to Facebook, and umpteen worm photos; these I will store for reference material for the next time I find another. The weather people threaten us with two solid weeks of rain: I don't care; I'm having fun!


Saturday, July 21, 2012

Good question

Sign on a fence post at Crescent Beach:

What would you attempt if you knew you could not fail?

So Laurie asked me, and off the top of my head, I said, "Climb a rock face." I could think of many more; build my own cabin in the Bella Coola valley, go back to school to study marine biology, learn to play the guitar and sing along (in public), go hang-gliding ...

For the most part, I'm not afraid to fail, but with some things, failure is almost inevitable.

How about you? What do you dream of doing?

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

And which way is up?

It has been an eventful couple of weeks; we've virtually abandoned our favourite beaches to hang out in malls and office buildings and home offices. We met family in IKEA, Granville Island, and Surrey Centre. I got blisters on my feet from walking on pavement. We made umpteen cell phone calls; "Where are you now?" I even had a late lunch in a MacDonald's half-way between stops.

And I ended up the week in St. Paul's Hospital, holding a newborn great-grandson. (Hey, wait! I'm too young for this!)  He's beautiful and healthy and has big, dark, sleepy eyes.

Tomorrow, this computer goes into the shop to have its stubborn ways educated out of it. And Thursday, I hope, it will come home, suitably chastened.

And then, life will fall back into its comfortable rut. I fervently hope so, anyhow.

Meanwhile, this sign, from the hospital parking lot, suits my present state of mind.


Um, isn't that left, where the arrow points? Or am I completely back-to-front?

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Signs and murals ...

... along the White Rock waterfront:


It's worth the wait.


Eagle and crow overhead.


White Rock is built on a steep hill.


Fishy bus stop.


White Rock celebrates ...


... but reality intrudes.
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Saturday, August 08, 2009

Grief Point

Street sign, Powell River:


The Sunshine Coast maps hint at a thousand stories, many long forgotten. Mermaid Cove, Thunder Bay, Frolander Bay, Brew Bay, Black Point, Desolation Sound, Bargain Harbour, Smuggler's Cove, Dinner Rock, Mount Spooner, Pope Landing, Hole in the Wall ... Grief Point, at the south end of Powell River, was the fall and winter settlement of the Sliammon people before the Europeans arrived.
High-ranking families would keep houses at both locations. The Sliammon people traveled by water, searching out the best places to fish, hunt, pick berries or dig roots. Some of the locations were simply over-night campsites while others became seasonal villages with spacious houses constructed from the giant red cedars that were abundant along the shores. Evidence of these sites is easy to locate by the presence of shell middens (Layers of shells and earth accumulated along the shoreline from thousand of years of discarded seashells). (Discover Powell River)
Where the present name came from is anyone's guess.
This name appears on 1880's Admiralty Charts, but the origin is unknown. Perhaps a smallpox epidemic ... or a ship wreck are possibilities. (Powell River Museum)
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Friday, February 06, 2009

Non-historical marker

I've been tidying up my hard drives, and found this. I'd meant to post it, and then forgot.


Strathcona, last November. I've forgotten the address. Doesn't matter; nothing happened there.
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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Prohibition

Seen on a house facing the English Bluffs beach, the other day:


Spoiled all our plans, it did.

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