[Ken Gray] I spent my first nineteen years in Victoria. I return to visit frequently. I have lived in neighbouring communities from Sooke to Sidney and places in between. I know it well. Obviously things change over time; I get that. But what Gene Miller proposes below is a transformative vision which could, if enacted,... Continue Reading →
Kicking back on western maple โ A celebration of fine furniture program graduates
Now fifty years since I graduated from Victoriaโs Oak Bay High School I have fond memories of wood shop class. Lacking an eye for detail coupled with insufficient powers of concentration I particularly loved making bowls on the wood lathe. I likely created more shavings than bowls, but it was wonderful fun. When invited by... Continue Reading →
Travelogue 2 โ What am I doing on my summer vacation?
One word: Photography. My favourite activity when on holiday is taking pictures, no less so then during our extended staycation in Victoria, a five-week adventure that will end this coming weekend. Home feels good, but itโs been a blast in the meantime. I blogged a few photo shoots here. There are too many more to... Continue Reading →
Fifty years and counting โ Our 1975 high school grad class meets for a reunion
I walked onto the rooftop patio of Victoriaโs Strathcona Hotel to meet almost one hundred members of my high school graduating class. Now fifty years after the actual 1975 graduation ceremony at Victoriaโs Oak Bay High School I wasnโt really thinking about the effects of the passage of time. Temporarily befuddled, a server pointed me... Continue Reading →
Rod
Rodney David Rhys Smith, 1945 โ 2023A reflection by Ken Gray I told Rod many times, that when the time comes for his funeral โand if I am invited to officiateโthat I get the last word! And so I did, as about seventy-five family and friends gathered at Sequoia Gardens in Victoria recently. They laughed,... Continue Reading →
Another street, another window
Juno, in the home of Jan and Knut In the Biblical Book of the Acts of the Apostles the narrator begins: In my former book, Theophilus, I wrote about all that Jesus began to do and to teach until the day he was taken up to heaven . . . Well I cannot pretend to... Continue Reading →