Ohrn Image — Public Art

I grew up across the street from the WPG community centre. For me, the anchor is one of those public space punctuation marks that changed through my life. As a child, “going to the anchor” signalled a monumental walk that ended with a climb on top and occasionally an old long licorice rope from one of the concession stands on the way back. In high school, it was a landmark for turning around, when “meet at the bottom of Sasamat” was too difficult for the friend-of-a-friends. As an adult, it now marks the Goldilocks of walks: not-too-short, not-too-long and always better with someone else.