Located in the transition zone between the foothills of the Rockies and the prairies, Calgary is a dry, treeless city where the grass is never really green. Amazingly enough, this reflects Calgary's personality perfectly.
When I was at my cousin's house in the south of the city, I walked down the path that led away from his backyard and stood on the edge of the hill. Before me was a vast exapnse of brown covered in rows upon rows of cookie-cutter suburbs with no trees. Everything was so new, so spread out and so ugly. If one said the city had a soul, this would be it.
Edmonton is well on its way to becoming like this.
There is nothing to which to compare Calgary, at least not that I know of. Its lifelessness is one of a kind.