We're leaving behind the north shore mountains as glimpsed through the door windows.
But what do those little signs on the windows say?
Let's look a little closer...
That can't be good when we're out in the middle of the harbour, can it?
Ships that pass in the night, or sea buses that cross paths by day. Just keep a safe distance,
and be sure to stay well back from those doors because this is what lies outside.
But here we come to safe harbour at last, after about 10 minutes afloat, pulling into the seabus dock next to Canada Place.
As we walk along the covered overpass from the seabus dock to the station there's a great view of the trainyards below. I have a bit of a nerdy fascination with trains, I have to admit. What struck me about this scene was the building block aspect of the box cars, shipping containers and distant buildings; plus the line of the tracks drawing the eye in.
Those bright sleek train cars on the right make up a commuter train that goes into town from the boonies in the morning (I can hear its hoot across the water when I'm lying in bed at my mother's place) and returns in the afternoon when all the busy bee workers are returning to their hives. I'd love to take a ride on it but I'd have to find a place to stay overnight out in the sticks and I just don't want to ride on it that badly.
This is another view from the walkway. I like the linear aspect of the buildings, windows, and parking levels and how they contrast with the organic shapes of the trees just peeking into the picture.
So, here we are at today's destination, which has landed us right in the heart of Gastown.
Maybe I'll take you on a little tour of this tourist area next time...unless I get distracted by another bright idea
or other shiny objects.
It's been known to happen