Wednesday, December 13, 2017


Ever get the feeling of deja vu?


Toofer. 2/


It's lovely to see some sun these days. And a bonus when a building across a vacant lot rips it out of the sky and throws it at me.

Sunday, December 10, 2017


Lion's Gate. Paid for by the Guiness family. Apparently they bought a whole mess of cheap land in West Vancouver and then built the bridge and then sold the newly accessible land in West Vancouver at a premium.

Sunday, December 3, 2017


Vancouver Real Estate.


Stawamus Chief. Second peak. Leg killer. It was about the journey.


Dave moves to Japan in a few months. Today was his last day at work.


Wednesday, November 29, 2017


Sometimes you just put your water bottle under the hand sanitizer spout and load it up with alcohol. Sometimes you just steal it from the drugstore, or hospital. Sometimes you mix it with what you have.


Sometimes daily you execute the same temporary measures. Daily.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Mark Twain

I don't know a lot of things.

And I've said it before, my favourite quote from Mark Twain is; “I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn’t know.” (First delivered to me by a lovely person in the form of a post card with a photograph of Christo's umbrellas on the front of it)

I also know a lot of things, and I learn more every day. But before I get too deep into this, before this begins to sound like some sort of religious enlightenment, what I'm frustrated with today, amongst other things, is that Blogger likes to destroy the photographs I upload with some sort of filter or compression or something. This, with all the green and red artifacts and noise, is supposed to look like this. Strangely, Flickr, a photo sharing website, does the same thing, filling the photo with green and red artifacts. Look at the pillow, it's a hot mess.

I don't know what to do about that, other than to switch sites?

I don't know.

I mean, WTF Flickr, you're a photo sharing site. Why would you mess with the resolution of an uploaded photograph?

I like this Blogger format. It's been easy. And I tried looking at other formats some time ago, but they all left something to be desired, and it's nice to keep everything in one place, and ten years of photographs is hard if not impossible to migrate.

So. I begin to look again.

I'm not looking for a new phone, or a house in the suburbs, or a 3D television. Taking a photo a day is a simple thing, a good thing, and it would be nice to post that photo in its true form. It's a simple, honest thing that makes me happy. It's therapy. It's a document. It's 18 years of Jamie Livingston's life. (I never thought I'd get half as far as he did, but I did...)

There's a lot of things I need to sort out. And somehow a photo site that very few people look at is a priority. And then other things. Starting with the easy things makes sense. Probably.

Sunday, November 19, 2017


The rain has set in proper like. The sound of it on the skylights is soothing, and at the same time, oppressive. There's a weight to the rain. It forces your gaze down. It keeps your head pointed straight ahead and your shoulders tight.

But you push through it. You get a little wet. It's process. Over time some of the shit on your shoes gets washed off, and maybe you come out the other side a little smarter, a little stronger, and smelling a little better. One can only hope.



Saturday, November 18, 2017


The Jimi Hendrix Shrine. Ghosts. They are all over this city. The Shrine has moved. The building will be replaced by condos some day soon. And you're left with memories, and the odd photograph.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Wednesday, November 15, 2017


The ides of November.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017


I've always liked how the Chinatown vendors blur the line between public and private realms. And tarps. I like tarps.