I read novels in phases, intensely for a few days, then I’ll let them sit on the coffee table untouched for a few weeks before repeating this pattern. The book gets knocked around, spilt on, stained; at this point I love it more. Each waterlogged page from tea spilt out of the tea pot on its way into a mug is individual and beautiful. The way the re-dried cover crinkles and misshapes. The incomplete ringed stains of coffee forming patterns across the textured cover – they make the book loved beyond its years and give me a deeper attachment to it.
My messiness is something that may have been a character trait from a young age that was never allowed to be expressed until adulthood. Continue reading
Whistler itself is not unlike living within a Winter themed snow globe: pristinely surreal architecture in an environment that can be ‘shaken up’. You peer in through it’s clear glass sphere and are immediately transported in. You look up at its flawless, snow covered landscapes and walk through the complimenting winding suburban village of bay windows, sloped and modulated roofs at varying heights with balconies facing the street, all made of varying but durable textures and natural materials. Your surroundings are romantic and inviting. In the initial month, the winding pedestrian streets are a place to get lost in – a stark contrast to the urban city you escaped from. There is no mention of current affairs, natural disasters or politics. The only concerns consuming space in the residents minds are a) When is the next ‘pow day’ and b) Do I have said ‘pow day’ off. This town, permanently or transiently, is an escape from reality. Continue reading
One of my earliest memories of Kathryn was circa 1997. We were in grade four at primary school, sitting underneath a covered area with the rest of our grade on the cold grey cement eating lunch. Kathryn donned a short, brown, side parted-bob with some hair gathered into an elastic with a bright red ribbon on the side of her head. Her bright blue eyes, large, absorbing her surrounds. I didn’t know much about Kathryn at this age but my impression and knowledge of this girl was that she was quiet, extremely bright, a “grade A” singer, incredibly kind, always sat with Briony and Georgia at lunch and due to her tiny stature, always sat on the end of the front row in school pictures. Continue reading
Not a day goes by when a visitor mutters ironically, “The snow is dumping at home… why am I here again?” and trust me, myself and everyone within a two hour radius is well aware that not only is the East coast in blizzard territory but even Hawaii (yes, HAWAII) is getting some pow. Spring has sprung early in British Columbia. Hibernation cam on Grouse Mountain is intensely watching the the bears early wake, some have even been spotted, grumpy from lack of sleep no doubt, in Whistler Village. Vancouver is worried about it’s Cherry Blossom Festival “They’re blooming too early!” one worried committee member cried on the news. But here’s silver lining to the depression that plagues Whistler seasonals… There is much more than the mountain alone that this town has to offer/apparently the summer is better anyway! Continue reading