“We should go on some kind of trip.” When my wife said that a month ago she didn’t have to do much to convince me. So about an hour later we had reserved a top floor room at the hotel on the corner of Davie and Denman Streets in Vancouver.
We chose Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, so we would miss the weekend rush. After a picturesque five-hour drive through the coastal mountains I was carrying our suitcases and my bag loaded with our cameras up to our room.
What a great location. Not only were we moments away from the restaurant and bar scene of one of Vancouver’s most exciting areas that divides the city from the magnificent 400-hectare natural rainforest of Stanley Park. And across the boulevard from our hotel was picturesque English Bay.
I discovered Denman Street when I first moved to Canada in the 1970s. Maybe it was the curiosity I had for a street that sounded and was spelled pretty closely to my name, I don’t know. But in any case the street was just as much fun then as it is all these years later. One can either join other people watching while sitting at an out door pub, or choose food from almost any country in the world. We chose Greek at the Olympia Restaurant for our first evening meal of the trip.
The next morning, while my wife slept I put a 24-70mm lens on my camera and headed out. There wasn’t much traffic on the street, or people walking along Denman. It was easy to photograph the buildings and I picked out a funky little coffee shop that we could go to later. I walked the street and after wandering the alley behind our hotel (I like alleys) then headed for the beach.
My mother always told me to look both ways and be careful when I crossed the street, but she never told me how dangerous it was to cross the bike path along English Bay. I dodged several riders and jumped to the lawn covered with slippery geese droppings when a woman rider yelled, “Bikes only!”
I suppose I have become one of those hick tourists gawking at all the sights of the big city, but I reached the safety of the beach where I could meander along pointing my camera where I pleased.
Linda finally got up, and after coffee wat the little shop I found earlier, we decided to drive into Stanley Park to take pictures of the harbour and stopped for anything we thought might make a fun picture. We also were looking for a good vantage to take some night pictures of the bright city across the harbour. Gosh, we had so much fun we overlooked having lunch.
We wanted to try our hotel’s fish n’ chips special being offered, however that had to wait because I stopped to photograph and talk with the two Canadian Mounties who have special dispensation to rest their horses after touring through the park in the cool pleasant entrance of our hotel’s basement parkade.
After supper I went out for night shots of the Granville Street Bridge that crosses both a boat filled water way into English Bay and the shopping district of Granville Island.
I joined several other photographers on the beach as the sun went down, then just after 8:30 a.m. packed up and drove off for more photos at the location we had chosen in the park.
The next morning I must have been tired after all the previous day’s activities, because after I had photographed a white goose honking loudly at me on the beach I checked my watch and it was 7 a.m. Oh, well I had a good time and anyway I was on vacation!
These are my thoughts for this week. Contact me at emcam@telus.net. Stop by Enman’s Camera at 423 Tranquille Road in Kamloops. Or call (250) 371-3069.
I sell an interesting selection of used photographic equipment.
