Back Alleys and Sunshine
In the grey Vancouver winter my neighbourhood is quiet. We stay inside. We use our backyards to access our vehicles in the garages that line the back alley. We sneak out back to take out/bring in the garbage. We think of the back alley spaces as a means to an end. Then the rain stops and the sun starts to shine. And the beauty of our neighbourhood and our back alleys becomes clear. I love the... laughter of kids playing street hockey and the calling of "cars" in multiple languages back yards of the Vancouver Specials, which are really just drive ways, lined on either side with thin patches of gardens planted full of tomatoes, peas and carrots conversations with neighbours over the back fence sound of multiple lawn mowers almost creating a symphony together way kids don't see race, culture or religion, but instead see a friend to ride bikes with, even if they can't pronounce each other's names water washing down the alley from cars b...