26-1-25

 Last November Ian was planning his 41st birthday party as a celebration of his life knowing the cancer within him would likely kill him before 2027 came. 

He didn't make it. His birthday was last week. We took him out for a beer tonight. Happy Birthday Ian. You're missed. 

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26-1-23

 Two or three years ago I asked my kid to cut up some steel and make me speaker stand bases. He got distracted after the cutting part and I welded them together about a year ago. I bent them flat and prepped them for wood. Today I was in the wood shop at work and cut some scrap shelves and came home and trimmed them to size. and finally made the stands. 

These speakers sound soooooo much better. Up a bit. Angled a bit. Huge difference. 

And I hate that I've known this for five to ten years. And only just got around to making the change.

26-1-22

 Know you are divine. Or something like that.

26-1-21

 The fog has been interesting the last few nights. 

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26-1-15

 I'm getting out of town for a couple of days starting tomorrow. Bringing an old friend. 

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26-1-10

 Hockey Night in Canada.

26-1-9

 

26-1-8

 Best in town. 

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26-1-3

 I was going to post a black photograph today. This one is nearly black. 

My good friend Ian Thomas passed away today. It was a dark day. He was so full of life last July when we went for lunch. He ate a stack of pancakes and a side of bacon. Ian, love you man. Goodbye. 

Life is too short. 

26-1-2

In 36 hours I have watched all 5 Daniel Craig Bond movies, 2 hockey games, and a movie bad enough to not mention. Still sick. 
 

26-1-1

 Starting of the year with a bang. Sick as a dog. Lying on the couch watching Bond movies. 

25-12-31

 2025. No missed days. 

25-12-30

 Canucks vs Philadelphia. I've seen the Canucks play three times this year, and the Leafs once. Canucks have lost all three games. Leafs won. I have tickets to see the Leafs vs. the Canucks at the end of January. One of the teams needs to win, right? 

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 I've taken lots of pictures of this tree and this apartment building over the years. It's a couple blocks from my house and has way more character than most. 3 stories of rental housing, soon to be 25 stories of rental housing. It's a good change, I suppose. 

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25-12-24

 Those wheels.... and AWD. If this thing had a supercharger I'd be all over it. 

25-12-23

 That is the place. If you need an addres, DM me and I'll tell you where it is.

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25-12-18

 Behind the curtain.

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25-12-15

 Sunny days this time of year are special.

25-12-14

It's not the ocean. People rave about the ocean in Vancouver. It's the Strait of Georgia. No, it's not the Georgia Straight. That was a weekly entertainment newspaper. You can't see the ocean from Vancouver. It's always been a pet peeve of mine. 

I like looking at the horizon. You go into the mountains and you can only see so far unless you truly summit a peak of substantial height. In Ontario you could see the horizon across Lake Huron or Lake Ontario. It's hard to see the horizon from Vancouver. On a clear day, from Iona Spit, you can see Galiano Island. On a day like today the clouds give the illusion of being able to see the horizon. Close enough. The spit is seen across half the horizon. It's not lost on me that the purpose of this concrete jutty is to carry human shit out to a point where it won't wash back on shore. Still, it was peaceful out there today. And I'm glad I took to time to get there for a bit this afternoon. Therapy, the cheapest kind, can be found when there's nothing between you and the horizon, or close enough in this case. 

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25-12-12

 I imagine this photo as the cover of a collection of short stories called "Confessions of an Addict." 

One light on in a window. One might think this a late night photograph capturing insomnia. It was taken at 5pm. The days are short. 

19 more days and I'll have a perfect year of 365 photographs. Maybe I should skip a day. No one is perfect, after all. 

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