Friday, February 23, 2024

Off-season Victoria, BC - part six


‘Victoria International Airport is rated in a CNNgo survey as one of the world’s 10 most-loved airports’ or so says last year's 'Destination Greater Victoria', but that survey was in 2017.


Still, on arrival, my suitcase was second on the carousel and leaving I’m in departures a fraction of the time it takes in Toronto. As there’s no Air Canada business lounge for this small city, I wander up to the observation deck to take in the view.




Another plane arrives. Yikes!



The terrifying sight dominates the surrounding forest.



Despite that unnerving final Victoria vision, I had a most enjoyable Monday to Friday stay. Another winter and I might go back.


Thursday, February 22, 2024

Off-season Victoria, BC - part five


Turning a corner one day, I thought I saw an unleashed dog.



It was unleashed, but not a dog, well, not a real one, and I returned in more congenial light.


Sculpted by Barbara Paterson, this is Emily Carr, one of Canada’s best-known - and certainly loved - artists. 



She’s with Billie her dog and Billie’s keeping an eye on Woo, Carr’s pet monkey.




In the 1940s, my parents who, like most, were making up for lost time from the war, were busy decorating their new Vancouver home. They bought a painting by another BC artist, Nan Cheney, that remains with me (admittedly in a closet). 



Cheney was influenced by Emily Carr and Cheney’s 1937 portrait of Carr is in Canada’s National Gallery. I’m told my painting would fetch a reasonable price, but Carr’s paintings have sold for more than three million dollars.


Anyway, it seemed appropriate to visit Emily Carr’s grave. Even though she died in 1945, the grave was unmarked until 1963. In the way of these things, visitors leave tokens I suspect would not be entirely to Carr’s taste, but I’m sure she appreciates the gestures.



More research for you:


https://www.gallery.ca/collection/artist/emily-carr


If you click on ‘More Artwork’ and go to page 2, you begin seeing the style for which Carr is best known.


As totem poles are much in Carr’s paintings I had to see what was, in 1956, claimed as the world’s tallest totem. At 127 feet 7 inches it reaches far beyond Beacon Hill’s trees.



The metal base makes it look ready to soar into space.




A short walk from the totem pole is the western start of the 7,821 kilometres (4860 miles) Trans Canada Highway. 



Last June, in St. John’s, Newfoundland, I was less than five kilometres from the eastern Mile 0, but didn’t realize. Here’s Victoria’s.



Nearby is a poignant statue of a Canadian better known beyond our borders than Emily Carr. In 1980, starting in Newfoundland, Terry Fox, who’d already lost a leg to cancer, began running across the country on the Trans Canada Highway. He hoped to raise money for cancer research. 



After 143 days and 5,373 kilometres (3,339 miles), he had to stop. The cancer had returned and he died the next year at just 22. He never reached Victoria’s Mile 0, but his legacy is hundreds of millions raised in Canada and far beyond. 

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I warily dip my boots in the water …



… and take in the Mile 0 view of the Salish Sea and Strait of Juan de Fuca. 



My shoreside walks include an enjoyably massive pile of driftwood on which I sip a takeaway coffee.





Now to the inner harbour opposite my hotel room.



Plaques line the harbour wall noting major events in Victoria’s history.



This was the president’s conveyance, the USS Pueblo



… and FDR’s cavalcade passing an honour guard, band and Victoria crowds.



Of more importance to Canadians in the run up to war was the 1939 cross country visit of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth.



The Canadian Pacific coastal vessel Princess Marguerite



… and George conducting his royal duties.




I could spend a lot of time just idly watching harbour goings-on.


The Black Ball ferry Coho, which does up to four runs a day between Victoria and Port Angeles, Washington State, docks across from the Empress. 



Little water taxis scuttle about.



At the shipping terminal two sizeable anchor handling/spill response/offshore supply vessels tie up.



And the indigenous canoe Salish Seawolf awaits. Emily Carr would have especially appreciated this.



Off-season Victoria, BC - part four


With apologies to Robert Browning, Oh, to be in Victoria (especially if from Toronto) now that early spring is here. 


There are crocuses …



… and snowdrops …



… plum tree blossom …



… and holly. Well, holly’s year round, but lets me use the picture …



… and, more to the point, insert my mother in our 1950s Vancouver front garden. The holly tree was especially useful at Christmas. 



Let me take you on a (very) truncated tour of Victoria architecture. 


The Rithet Building on Wharf Street, built in stages between 1861 and 1889, with splendid cast iron columns.




Jaunty, even exuberant details in the James Bay and Fairfield neighbourhoods.





And, inevitably, frequent sightings of colonial Tudor.



I did enjoy some highly personal embellishments. 


In front of a house with a two tone Beetle …



... this bust.



I just liked the composition.



And here, well, what can one usefully say about a giant skeleton with a heart tipped arrow?



Very Forties, Fifties, false shutters with hearts.




Sophisticated and elegant is this art deco tower, which soars above Victoria’s visitors bureau and once was part of an Imperial Oil service station. With 1930s expectations of more and more seaplanes landing in the harbour, the tower was topped by a ten million candlepower beacon. 



Happily the city decorates many of its electrical utility boxes with pictures from the past.




Attached to Gothic and Tudor the locals may have been, but the tower was a New York-ish, Chicago-ish addition, especially noticeable in a modest town then without skyscrapers. Even now, there are few noticeably high buildings. 


Post war, other fresh structures appeared. The 1948 streamline moderne Odeon. 




Late art deco BC Power Commission Building from 1949.



The stripped classicism of the Douglas Building, which provincial government employees first occupied in 1951.





All much different from the across the street 1898 BC legislature topped by a golden Captain Vancouver ...



... and at dawn with a decidedly youthful, pre-widow of Windsor, Queen Victoria.



Oh, and the legislature architect was that chap who met his end from a croquet mallet.