Weather-Seasons


Something that you ex-Vancouverites might want to know about if you haven’t heard already:

The windstorm last week did a lot of damage to our beloved Stanley Park. About 20 percent of the Park’s trees, unable to withstand the force of the wind, were uprooted. Yes, even those big, thick, stately ones, estimated to be a few hundred years old. Also, parts of the Seawall are badly torn up. Landslides were triggered by the storm and parts of the Park’s perimeter remain unstable.

It’s so sad, even though some people say it’s part of the natural cycle (though I can’t help but the storms are more byproducts of global warming). It’s going to take years (generations, some are saying) to restore these trees and the Park. See the Globe and Mail’s article and one from the Vancouver Sun for fuller reports on the situation.

Here’s a picture of an area in Stanley Park where the trees were flattened by the winds. Absolutely heartbreaking.
Stanley Park trees uprooted

From the Guardian today:

Climate change In 2006, the public, politicians and industry have all shown significant signs that tackling global warming is on the agenda after scientific studies showed the pace of change gathering speed. John Vidal reports

I suppose this is good news. After all, it’s better late than never to change. But because it’s got to be a systemic, global, cooperative effort, I (in my lack of faith in people and perhaps my ignorance of politics and economics) can’t imagine how that would come about. There’s too much money to be made in continuing to be irresponsible.

The Lower Mainland is having more than its usual share of wacky weather this season. We had dumpings of rain, then snow, and now it is CRAZY windy out there. Some schools are closed, parts of the transit system are seriously delayed, trees have fallen, causing road blockages and the Lions Gate Bridge to shut down, power outages are happening in parts of the Lower Mainland. Quite a number of us came in late to work this morning. I had to let three trains pass by before barely squeezing into the fourth. Susie missed her alarm because her house lost power. Mei took two hours to drive to work. Two others coming from Richmond and Coquitlam never made it in.

Last night, winds along the coast of Vancouver Island whipped up to speeds that approached hurricane status, according to the Vancouver Sun. Victoria has had it pretty tough, suffering the most (in terms of numbers) from power outages. Neil’s parents, who live in the Victoria area, spent all of last night in their unprotected beachfront home listening to wind howl. While the situation is nothing close to being catastrophic, I don’t remember the weather being this unruly before.

What’s causing all this? I have some theories, but I don’t want to belabour the point.

Here’s some footage of snow falling early Sunday morning, as seen through the window of my den overlooking the courtyard. It’s boring, but it gives you an idea of how fast and thick it’s falling:

Also, from the same morning, here’s a video of what looks like a golden lab puppy eating snow. You will see that I lost my footing trying to track the dog:

The autumnal equinox (which is Sept. 22 this year) may technically mark the first day of fall, but practically (or egocentrically), my first day of fall is whenever I don one of my many wool-blend coats and a pair of tights, which in fact started yesterday. The chill in the air is unmistakable now; insisting to wear flip-flops (which I did early this week) is delusional, vain attempts to stretch summer beyond her means. Of course, with hardly anyone else wearing fall clothes this week (except stylish Susie, whom I take fashion cues from), I stick out a bit, but hey, no one is going to suffer more than me if I don’t wear enough.

Fall has come to be my favourite time of the year. It’s a time of in-betweens, of d√©nouement, of contrasting textures and colours. Though I’m not stuck on it (nor am I about to anytime soon), I would even like to get married in the fall. In terms of fashion, fall for me is the most interesting and worthwhile season. While a total skinflint with summer wear, I am only too happy to spend money on a new coat (that’s why I have so many), boots, a sweater–basically anything with substantial fibre or construction of material.

Also I have a fascination with leaves, falling leaves especially. There’s something sad, but necessary about this process. The moment when a leaf is just about to let go of the branch, barely hanging there, really gets me. I think it’s God’s way of reminding me that there can be no growth (i.e. change) without loss or cost, a truth which I’m grappling with these days.

Anyways, enough melancholic talk. Actually had a pleasant start to my groggy morning by discovering that my good friend thefourthpotato wrote me a long overdue email and finally posted something on his blog regarding his morning routine in Japan. Had a good chuckle but cringed a bit at some of his graphic and sensory descriptions.

fullmoon1.jpgThere is an incredibly large and orange moon on the rise this evening (thefourthpotato, please refrain from your wisecracks). Tried to take a picture of it from my balcony, but my Nikon was too sensitive to get a clear shot, and I have no tripod. This reminds me, I need to make sure I have some good old fashioned film at hand to use in my trusty Pentax K1000 when the digital fails.

I actually thought that the Mid-Autumn Festival was on, but apparently not, which explains why I didn’t see any moon cakes in T&T when I shopped there the other day.

I can’t wait to see how the sky will look next month!