Monthly Archives: February 2011

It’s Not Easy Being Green

A view of the Cloverdale Bridge from the park

Louise McKinney Park is under attack. Again.

The usual suspects: businessmen in suits. I don’t want to cast the net too wide, progress is driven by people with vision, including businessmen (and women), but this unassuming little park is once again being carved up like a well-done turkey, or a turducken, as McKinney Park is a mashup of forms squeezed into one tasty, slightly unfocused package. The east end (with the rose garden) is about to be demolished for the LRT expansion, and now the west end is ‘under consideration’ for further Convention Centre development.

What the hell?

As an empiricist, and more importantly, as an empiricist that lives, works, and plays in the afformentioned area, I have reached the conclusion that park space in the vicinity of downtown is an anathema to the city of Edmonton. It’s just too damn tempting for developers, not easily valued, at least in terms of dollars, and it’s…well, green.

Churchill Square, formally a flat, grassy slab smack in the middle of downtown, has of late, been transformed into a flat, cement slab smack in the middle of downtown. True, there is a slanty bit and some sticky-out parts and even some stairs, like a grandstand, on one corner, but it is essentially flat. As opposed to its

One of many wooden staircases in McKinney

former incarnation, the new Churchill Square has a quantifiable purpose, or purposes. In fact, they should rename it Liver Square; it has a thousand functions, it’s asymmetrical in a rather unattractive way, and it smells a bit after the weekend. The Square is home to many events and festivals throughout the year. It’s also a place to eat a hot dog, skateboard, buy theatre tickets, and perform or observe any number of crowd pleasing and occasionally illegal activities. From the west, the grandstand completely obscures the view of the giant, metal pavlova, otherwise known at the Art Gallery of Alberta, but whatever. There was nothing spectacular about the former Churchill Square. It was green, and it had benches. Also, many drunks, which is where the new and the old come together. I’m not grieving the old square at all, really, but now that it’s paved over, there is no other green space in downtown Edmonton, except Louise McKinney Park, which is technically in the river valley. However, it’s directly below Jasper Avenue and for the people who work and live downtown and are so inclined, McKinney is a real park, with paths to stroll and trails to run, benches, bees, picnic tables, and the river. It is a respite from downtown, but it is nevertheless, part of downtown Edmonton.

a painting of the original Louise McKinney Park by Donna McKinnon

Like Churchill Square, Louise McKinney Park has undergone many ‘rethinks’ over the years. When I started walking along its paths close to 20 years ago, the hill was nothing more than a verticle field, with a few intersecting paths. The weeds and wildlflowers were it’s main, and only, feature. I thought this was enough, or it was enough for me. Apparently, I am not a typical demographic. I walk, that’s it. It’s my only form of exercise, and visually, a field of bee-loud wildflowers is about as good as it gets. This little parkette, in its modest form, made me happy for years. Recently, I have watched Louise McKinney Park change from a place of limited (but appreciated) function, to a place of multi-functionality, like the new Churchill Square. Unlike Churchill Square, it’s still mostly green. The wildflowers (and weeds) are gone, but they’ve been replaced by a rose garden, more trails, more trees, a dock, a promenade, an ampitheatre, and various other additions, some of which are inexplicable, but all have been in keeping with the idea of a park. There are many more things to do here now, although I suspect that the main users, like myself, still enjoy the park in the old way, as a spirit-lifting transition from city to river valley, a corridor of peace and beauty a breath away from the heart of downtown. Once Bob the LRT-Builder moves in later this year, all that is gone. Permanently.

And now, apparently, it’s time to gut the other side of Louise McKinney Park. It’s very early in the planning stage,

I beg your parden. The McKinney rose garden.

and I’m pleased to hear that Mayor Mandel is not in favour of this downward development into the river valley. It may never happen. But I have to say I am tired of this theory that development equals improvement, and in this particular case, that the proposed convention centre expansion will in some way ‘be-jewel’ the river valley. The LRT bridge by the University certainly did not bedazzle the riverbank. It’s a utilitarian structure. It has function, but no form. None of the LRT stations throughout the city, including the most recent additions, make the slightest attempt to enhance or integrate within the surrounding areas. Function, but again, no form.

The lovely Louise McKinney Park

There is a lot of ugly in this city. It’s not that I am against development, I am just wary of the lack of vision, and this strange, hypocritical attitude the city managers have toward the river valley, the true gem of this city. Short of prostrating myself across the proposed field of destruction about to be inflicted upon the east end of Louise McKinney Park, the Cloverdale Pedestrian Bridge, and the Muttart, the LRT development into this part of the river valley appears to be unstoppable. The cost will be huge, and irreparable. If the Shaw Centre is allowed to spill over into the other end of McKinney, it will cease to be park, the last bit of green space in downtown Edmonton. Some folks will neither notice nor care about this loss, because a few less hectares of grass means a thousand more conventioners gobbling up our goods and services. But you know, they can do this anywhere, from any location. Shriners have vehicles, I’ve seen them. Is it too much to ask to leave this bit of green grass, this humble little oasis, alone? Spare us more ‘bejeweling’; further development is not required to get people to visit Louise McKinney Park. Perhaps a little advertising, maybe something that showcases what it is now, a beautiful, if not tragically imperiled park in the heart of downtown.

Blah

And there we stayed...

Another wasted day, and it was a holiday, of all things, and of my choosing. I wish I’d chosen better. Very cold, too cold to walk. Missed a hair appointment, or wrote down the wrong time, not sure. Waited around for a (kindly) rescheduled app’t later in the day. Nothing accomplished except some freshly shorn locks and a few chapters further into a book that’s already stale from inattention. Poor eating. A handful of Chips Ahoy cookies and not a drop of water until twenty minutes ago. Pop. Coffee. Feeling anxious, bored and a little, I don’t know, dispersed. Not the exact word I’m looking for, just something that means not present. Crap food and no exercise is the direct path to this sorry state of affairs.

At least it was sunny.

7:11PM/-23C (and refreshingly windy)

Sick Day

Mill Creek beginning to flood

Walked on Saturday, which is where these pictures originate, but I was flat on my back sick yesterday, and today, I’m up and around but still woozy. Such a shame. I watched that beautiful, sunny Sunday pass me by from the couch. It’s 12:30 on Monday and I don’t think I’ll be getting out onto the trails today either. Some sort of flu-like thing. Feels like I’m on a boat. I don’t like boats.

Saturday, however, was spectacular. Mostly stayed in south Mill Creek, but it was a long walk nontheless, due in part to the terribly slippery sidewalks. Just getting into the river valley is a workout. The trails were fine, not icy. Mill Creek is already flooding in some places. At one point, I came across giant area of water. There were two people and their two black dogs on the other side. None of us knew what to do. “River or puddle?” I said. They shrugged. And then their dogs came bounding across the ‘river’ toward me. We all laughed. A bit wet, but not deep. Only dogs would potentially sacrifice their lives for a fondle. Anyway, thanks doggies. Without your assistance I would have probably turned around.

Like 2009, this spring might be treacherous in Mill Creek. I remember not being able to walk down there for a couple of weeks. I discovered this the hard way, after sinking knee-deep in river water, which I thought was dirty, but solid ground. It’s quite amazing how much the creek changes in speed and girth, depending on the time of year. In the middle

A Mill Creek Christmas (in February)

of summer, it’s usually so low you just can’t imagine how it could ever flood. And then there are times, usually after a rain, when it’s running so fast it’s like a mountain stream.

Curiously, towards the south end of Mill Creek, I ran across a little tree, decorated for Christmas. Very pretty, if not slightly unseasonal. I’ve been down this way quite a bit, and somehow I either missed this festive sight, or there’s been a recent decorative episode. How very odd, and delightful. Obviously, there are some very industrious and creative birds in the ravine.

I can’t write anymore. The couch is beckoning. Back to the boat.

It was 5C on Saturday, I think. I have no idea what it is today, but it looks nice. 🙁

Dinosaur

T-Rex bones in the river valley

Long walk home. Just under two hours, and I needed every minute. Tense day. Very tense day. Nothing like a physically tiring, mind-emptying bit of exercise to re-bobulate a discombobulated brain.

The melt has uncovered a dinosaur skeleton on the bridge crossing over Connor’s Hill, of all places. A spinal column, if I’m not mistaken, and a big fucker too. The river valley continues to surprise me.

5:50 PM/3C

Sunrise: 8:03AM /Sunset: 5:34PM

A Tale of Two Trees

Trees in Winter

Well, four actually. It’s the same trees. The photo to the left was taken this afternoon on the path toward Skunk Hollow, and the one below was taken in late June. I was thinking fondly of summer today, as my nose was running like a bank thief and my thumbs were struggling out of their solitary mitten pockets in a desperate effort to join their warmer finger cousins. The image of summer in my mind was of these trees, and how different they look now. For better or worse, winter seems like a natural state, while summer fades to a dream-like memory in February.

Was it really that green? Was it really that warm?

The trees getting their green on

At least I walked. I’ve been maddeningly inconsistent about my exercise, of late. Too cold, too slippery. I have been busy…that’s a legitimate excuse, but weather, for the most part, is not. However, it did seem terribly cold today. It’s getting warmer this week, but I can’t wait. Can’t wait for the weather to change, can’t wait for ideal conditions to put one foot in front of the other…can’t put life off. I can, however, complain about it.

The sun showed its bright face all day, so at least it looked beautiful. Looking forward to some longer and less whiny walks this week.

5:10PM/-16C

Glow

This bench not recommended unless you have rubber pants...

Nice walk. Last time I was able to walk home in the river valley after work (in November), I was outrunning the sun. I’m outrunning it again, or trying to, but at least the sun sets a little later every day.

Beautiful temperature after a few spectacularly cold days. Took the train to central station and a very loud and messy downtown, over to the MacDonald Hotel, the stairs, up Grierson Hill (for the exercise, not the aesthetics), McKinney and finally Mill Creek. Still not back to a full river valley walk, but soon. A few centimetres of snow the other day covered the ice, but the warm weather will uncover it. Not today, though. The trails were still white and crunchy. Perfect.

5:50PM/5C

Sunrise: 8:18 am /Sunset: 5:17 pm