Hope you all enjoyed a super long weekend!
Where ever you may reside and call home, July is now upon us!
Maybe it signals summer…or winter if you’re in the Southern Hemisphere!
Here in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, we are just past our Canada Day long weekend and into the heart of our summer season.
Val and her family are enjoying a well deserved trip to the East Coast to visit friends and family there.
We stayed local this weekend and took in some sights at the Hamilton Harbour.
The Tall Ships were in port!
We went down to take a look and they were some beautiful vessels! If they dock near your home town some time, it is well worth the trip to take a look.
For those who don’t know where Hamilton, Ontario, Canada is; we are about an hour from Toronto. I have lived here for most of my life, with the exception of a couple of years and shortly after moving back for the final time, I realized how much I cherished this city.
The city has changed and is changing, as I pondered in my post, Local(s) Extinction.
I wrote this short prose soon after moving back and read it recently. There is still much that stands true today and although there is seems to be a surge in our population growth here, the bones of our city remain made of steel.
I am happy to share this with you. Hope you enjoy it.
Home to Hamilton.
The rusting carcasses of the steel mills where the sweat of the iron workers ran like the rushing waterfalls of the city, line the shores.
The north end neighbourhoods emerge out of the wasteland to expose their colourful, vibrant selves alive with the generations that call it home.
In the East, development spreads like wild fire; closer and closer to the vineyards of Niagara. What was once a village has blossomed to encompass all levels of our region.
Escarpment divides and unites at the same time.
The landscape has been altered. Where there were farms, we now have homes. Where there were fields, we now have stores. Where there were trees, we now have roads.
We question if the metamorphosis was necessary, yet we are drawn there with no remorse.
To the West, where entrance was once exclusive, now embraces all cultures, ethnicity and ages to its mature tree lined streets.
Trails run through the city’s weakened wilderness. They are arteries that lead to the heart of the city.
Downtown. Avoided by some, cherished by others.
At the water’s edge, the sailboats’ rigging clangs against the masts.
The breezes blow into the open doors of the galleries guiding the lovers of art.
The smells of the multi cultural cooking fills the air.
The flow of people lead to the park in the core where those who want to be themselves can.
The vast contrast of steel mills and waterfalls, of industry and art, of academia and labour blend to become our home.