Commuting to work via your own energy is a blessing. Until two weeks ago, I had been cycling. The theft of my bike (now, fortunately, found) forced me to change modes — and I really didn’t mind the change. (I did, however, mind being stolen from.)
Walking an hour to work affords you the time to observe your neighbourhood. You can do this on a bus, yes, and you can do it on a bike. But there is an ease in whipping out your camera (or iPhone) and reflecting on what you see. Sure, if it’s a muggy or rainy day, you arrive a bit sweaty having carried your lunch and change of shoes. But it offers fresh air! A sense of accomplishment! Oh, and a second breakfast at your desk.
Yesterday, I left home 15 minutes earlier so I could be the tourist commuter. Here’s what I found between Point Grey and Granville Island:
A tree for love.
A tree for play.
Contrast in colour.
Request for the globe.
A globe of a flower.
Yellow meets red and makes orange.
Green meets blue and makes purple.
Misdirected watering.
Kim Mitchell stuck in my mind.
A colourful retreat.
A muggy retreat.
The ideal office.