There is something fairytale-like about Vancouver's scenery, especially when the Japanese cherry trees and the magnolias are blooming. If there's a bit of untouched dirt someone comes along and plants flowers. Just like a scene from Snow White, it's not uncommon for families of raccoons or Canada geese to cross your path and I often half expect that they start singing to me. But today, I wanted to leave the seemingly wild, yet manicured city gardens and the perfectly spaced logs on the beaches of English Bay to find something a little less "arranged."
Keeping in mind simplicity, I packed a picnic, beach toys, and art supplies and headed for Iona Beach. What a perfect morning; plane spotting at the airport, digger spotting on the jetty, birdwatching, sitting on logs, painting, digging in the sand, smelling algae baking in the sun, hiding in the wildflowers, wiping sand off cherry tomatoes, lying on a blanket with grandma, feeling a warm wind blowing, and most importantly enjoying the blue sky.
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| Iona Beach |
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| Painting logs |
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| Painting with sand |
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| Digging |
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| Hiding in the tall grass |
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| Grandma sits on a log |
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| Plane spotting |
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