2016 Kawasaki KLR650 (Model KL650EGF), VIN JKAKLEE15GDA87764, B.C. licence plate W74907, Nina at head of Lane 30 for the 3:15 pm sailing to Duke Point, Vancouver Island, B.C. at BC Ferries Tsawwassen ferry terminal, Delta, B.C., Canada on Monday, July 24, 2017 at 13:39 PDT.

[2010 Nikon D3100 14.2 megapixel DX-format DSLR Nikon F-mount camera, s/n 5119118; Nikon AF-S DX Nikkor 35mm f/1.8G lens, s/n 2874760, with 52mm B+W UV Haze filter]

© Copyright words and photographs by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, July 2017

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Bowen Island, B.C., Canada

The Queen of Capilano approaching her berth at the B.C. Ferries Horseshoe Bay terminal at 9:44 am, Sunday, April 5, 2009.

Queen of Capilano nearing her berth.

I slipped into a muddy ditch that feeds Terminal Creek on the horse trail en route to Killarney Lake, Bowen Island, at about 11:20 am.

Killarney Lake, Crippen Regional Park, seen from the western side of the lake at 12 noon.

Killarney Lake’s swampland seen from the viewing bench on the boardwalk at the head of the lake.

© Copyright photographs by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, April 2009

Bowen Island is a great day trip for we who are fortunate to live in British Columbia’s Lower Mainland. We left the car at home, riding the new trolley, 8 Downtown, to Main Street SkyTrain station, riding SkyTrain two stations westward to ascend the long, steep escalators up to the basement concourse of the heritage building housing The Bay department store, Georgia at Granville. We waited for the next Blue Bus, the stop out front on Georgia Street, for Horseshoe Bay, either the 257 Horseshoe Bay Express or the 250 Horseshoe Bay. Well, we got the 257. We made the 10:00 am sailing, a short 20-minute crossing to Snug Cove, on the Queen of Capilano.

The day was clear blue and sunny. The bright spring air warmed us, the island a popular destination this day like many since the early years of the 20th century when Bowen Island was serviced by the Union Steamship Company. Arrival saw us wander the lawns near the docks and small marina, then between old wood buildings now serving as tourist shops and eateries, including the Union Steamship Company store, soon crossing the main road for the trail head that would lead us past the small fish ladders that climb the hillside above a small lagoon, then the fields and horse paddock and the small foot bridge over Terminal Creek, and eventually Killarney Lake. We hiked, detoured and rested here and there, picnicked our lunch, and napped on the boardwalk bench at the head of the lake, the halfway point of the four-kilometre loop, in the next four hours. The eight-kilometre round trip is usually about 2½ hours for the average hiker. But, why the rush? We were in no hurry as nature, in her calm and frequent silence, lulled us along in pleasant reverie.

Friday, May 22, 2009

“I am I”

Working on my travel literature manuscript, Footsteps and Shadows: An Education in Camphill and Travels through Western Europe, at about 12 noon, Sunday, May 3, 2009.

Waiting to cross the street to buy two pounds of roasted coffee beans, W. 10th Avenue, West Point Grey, Vancouver, B.C., Canada at about 4:30 pm, Sunday, May 3, 2009.

© Copyright photographs by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, May 2009

Friday, May 15, 2009

Kitska and Sophia basking

No suntan lotion needed for these two tabbies!

© Copyright photographs by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, April 2009

Kitska and Sophia

© Copyright photograph by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, April 2009

Felines and flowers

Kitska, our friendly and sociable male American Shorthair tabby, about nine years old.

© Copyright photograph by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, March 2009

Sophia, our female American Shorthair tabby cross, almost ten months old. Her eyes remind me of The Brain in the American animated television series (1995–1998), “Pinky and the Brain” (they first appeared on “Animaniacs” in 1993). Remember their infamous words? Pinky: “Gee Brain, what do you want to do tonight?” The Brain: “The same thing we do every night, Pinky—try to take over the world.”

The male moggie and me: Kitska and a cup of coffee (note the design of the cup: ceramic American Shorthair on the handle and portrayed on the cup. It is captioned in German as Amerikanischen Kurzhaar).

Pink tulips in the kitchen, South Vancouver, B.C., Canada in early May 2009.

© Copyright photographs by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, May 2009

April showers bring May flowers ...

My front yard in South Vancouver, B.C., Canada in early May 2009.

On the B.C. Hydro lawns near Edmonds SkyTrain Station, Burnaby, B.C., Canada on Friday morning, May 15, 2009.

© Copyright photographs by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, May 2009

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Mütterliche Abstammung aus Ostpreußen

Gottfried Papke
* Glamslak, Ostpreußen
† Legden, Kr. Preußisch Eylau, Ostpreußen
Wilhelmine Lemganke
* Skissen, Ostpreußen
† Legden, Kr. Preußisch Eylau, Ostpreußen
1. August Alexander Papke
2. Berta Papke, oo (unbekannt) Philipp
3. Hermann Papke

August Alexander Papke
Berufssoldat in der deutschen Heer, Beamter in der Reichsbahn
* 27.03.1872 Legden, Kr. Preußisch Eylau, Ostpreußen
† 06.09.1950 Geisweid (Siegen), Deutschland
Eltern: Gottfried Papke u. Wilhelmine Lemganke
oo 28.10.1899
Anna Gela Elise Beckmann
* 10.02.1877 Zimmersrode, Hessen-Nassau
† (?)
Eltern: Nicolaus Beckmann u. Barbara Elisabeth Öhm
1. Anna Wilhelmine Elisabeth Papke
2. Ottilie Martha Papke (meine Großmutter)

Mein zweiter Vorname „Alexander” habe ich geerbt von mein Urgroßvater August Alexander Papke.

Stuttgart, Baden-Württemberg, Deutschland

I have visited Stuttgart several times over the years, anywhere from one day to six weeks—her beautiful streets, hillside neighbourhoods, Staffeln (stairs) ascending and descending between neighbourhoods, the founding Waldorf (Steiner) School on Haussmannstrasse, walking the woodland parks, and cycling through the surrounding countryside.

I visited in August 1968, six weeks in July–August 1981, one to seven days every summer of 1984 and 1986 and 1987 plus the occasional long weekend in those same years, and again shortly in October 1989 and December 1990.

My paternal grandmother left Hamburg, after its enormous bombing and destruction in summer 1943, and moved south. My father followed in 1945. First they lived in a town (Sindelfingen?) just south of Stuttgart, then in an apartment in Ostendplatz. Father lived off and on with his mother in Stuttgart until his departure for Camphill near Aberdeen, Scotland in February 1951. Grandmother lived there until the early 1980s. My paternal aunt Michaela still lives in Stuttgart. My mother worked as a garden teacher (Gartenlehrerin) in the Waldorfschule Uhlandshöhe garden an die Rote Wand from October 1956 to 1961. And we have long-time family friends in Gablenberg.