There is something weird going on in Stanley Park.
I first discovered the mangled green tennis ball as a white German shepherd's stared at it over the seawall, like it was the canine equivalent of a message in a bottle. {read Crossing Paths in One Thousand Acres} Then, I spotted it again last week, floating ten or twelve feet off the seawall's edge. Was it a different one, dropped by an overzealous border collie this time? This is open water between Beaver Creek and the first bend of the seawall towards the Lions Gate Bridge. During the following days, I scanned the area as I ran by. Today, there it was. Same place. Same ball. I'm sure of it. It's not there every time. Where does it go in between sightings? While I am sure there was a logical explanation, such as it getting pushed and pulled and swayed in the current and tides of Burrard Inlet. But unsolved mysteries are more fun. Photo by Derrick Coetzee Comments are closed.
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