Oliverbahn 101. (Okay, 102 :)


The "Oliverbahn" is a stretch of protected, treed, life-lined bicycle lane that runs along the north side of 102 Ave through Edmonton's Oliver neighbourhood. There is a lot to notice and consider on the way to and from the city's downtown core. Today, I saw:

A neighbourhood that provides space for pedestrians, bicycle riders, bus passengers, motorists, and, with all the stately elm trees, birds.



Families awheel.



Homes for fans of Hobbiton.



Hobbits.



Two built for a bicycle built for two.



The cool Lord Simcoe apartment font on brick.



Trees with bark and bite.



Walkers who wave hello.



Automobile drivers who wave hello.



A boy who says "cool bike" to his mom about me and hears me say "cool bike" right back to him.



People on bikes.



The 1913 telephone exchange building by Alan Jeffers.



Signed but self-regulated intersections that reveal where we're at with each other:



People on bikes:



A tipi above the hedgeline in the Christ Church yard:



At the end of the story, a wedding:



With a bicycle in the picture 💚







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