Peaceful Restaurant, 4th and Balsam
Near Clark and Pender
here). The walk was wonderful, but it was raining steadily enough that I never removed my camera from my pack (the forest shots in today's post were taken yesterday, out at Pacific Spirit Park).
Among other things, Leah and I yakked about the power of fiction, and I groused about the way that writing fiction has compromised my pleasure in reading the stuff. I have trouble these days reading as a reader ... just entering the world of a story or novel without thinking about how effectively, or not, the thing is put together. I miss losing myself in a story, having the story become my whole world, the way it would when I was eight or fourteen or even twenty-three.
I think some of my students would argue that analyzing literature has the same fun-wrecking effect for them (those who've had the experience of enjoying literature, that is). I'm happy not to have that problem. If anything, thematic analysis of the sort I get students to do heightens the enjoyment for me. Right now I'm reading Of Mice and Men, which my young literary protege is studying at school, and I'm digging it.
Any guesses what the vertical box attached to the pole is?
Looking up, reaching down
Checking the map
... to the rear stairwell of the Nofo Safeway:
Not quite the swish neighbourhood profile presented on this wall,
but not completely unrelated either.
Happy Springing ahead, everyone!