Pink Sunsets at four
Vancouver... a very cold version of the promised land.
I knew about the red, orange and brown colors of the fall, but no one told me about the pinks and purples and magentas in the trees.
How strange, to see all these colors in the trees. I had only known green trees. And flowers of any color you can imagine. Only in this climate, the trees have to make up for the lack of flowers by becoming a raibow within themselves.
Every and anywhere you look, there is a blast of color in the leaves, that will not stay attached to the mossy trees for long.
The sea looks quiet, peaceful, frozen in time. Although, probably not only in time, since the temperature y below 0 degrees.
The cities all look brand new, and compared to the ones we are used to, they are. No city is older than a couple hundred years, and as we well know, those are just minutes for a country like Mexico.
The native people of Brittish Columbia live in reservations, very poor reservations. Even though Canadians seem to care about them, and even created a museum of anthropology dedicated to them and their way of life. I visited that musuem a couple of days ago, and was astoundes at how ably they can carve wood, but also at how they have managed to stay "pure". For the most part, white people and the natives hav not mixed. That is something I can't understand, the mixture of races is natural, that is why in Mexico we think of ourselves as part of the natives, and we think of the original nations (as they are called in here) as part of our history, not as a parallel o separate world. The only thing I found in common is the fact that both the indiguenous people of Mexico and of Brittish Columbia do not belong to the favoured portions of society.
It is amazing how a building cannot exist on saturday, an by tuesday it is finished. That is how easily everything is built and torn down and rebuilt in here. That is why everything always looks brand new.
That and the fact that people really make an effort to keep their world clean. Canadians prefer to ride the train than to pollute with cars. Hybrid cars are everywhere, and garbage is nowhere. PEople are always friendly to you, but never critical or judgamental. Strangers do not get mingled in your affairs, they do not notice how you look, or what you are wearing, or what color your skin is.
But they will smile and be on their way.
... And this is only my third day here!!
I knew about the red, orange and brown colors of the fall, but no one told me about the pinks and purples and magentas in the trees.
How strange, to see all these colors in the trees. I had only known green trees. And flowers of any color you can imagine. Only in this climate, the trees have to make up for the lack of flowers by becoming a raibow within themselves.
Every and anywhere you look, there is a blast of color in the leaves, that will not stay attached to the mossy trees for long.
The sea looks quiet, peaceful, frozen in time. Although, probably not only in time, since the temperature y below 0 degrees.
The cities all look brand new, and compared to the ones we are used to, they are. No city is older than a couple hundred years, and as we well know, those are just minutes for a country like Mexico.
The native people of Brittish Columbia live in reservations, very poor reservations. Even though Canadians seem to care about them, and even created a museum of anthropology dedicated to them and their way of life. I visited that musuem a couple of days ago, and was astoundes at how ably they can carve wood, but also at how they have managed to stay "pure". For the most part, white people and the natives hav not mixed. That is something I can't understand, the mixture of races is natural, that is why in Mexico we think of ourselves as part of the natives, and we think of the original nations (as they are called in here) as part of our history, not as a parallel o separate world. The only thing I found in common is the fact that both the indiguenous people of Mexico and of Brittish Columbia do not belong to the favoured portions of society.
It is amazing how a building cannot exist on saturday, an by tuesday it is finished. That is how easily everything is built and torn down and rebuilt in here. That is why everything always looks brand new.
That and the fact that people really make an effort to keep their world clean. Canadians prefer to ride the train than to pollute with cars. Hybrid cars are everywhere, and garbage is nowhere. PEople are always friendly to you, but never critical or judgamental. Strangers do not get mingled in your affairs, they do not notice how you look, or what you are wearing, or what color your skin is.
But they will smile and be on their way.
... And this is only my third day here!!
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