Friday, December 9, 2016

16-12-9

Colour photographs of black and white seasons.

16-12-8

Home made bread. Add tomato and thick sliced bacon. Some mayo. A hint of Dijon mustard. Salt and pepper. Just perfect after an evening with friends on a cold winter night.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Sunday, December 4, 2016

16-12-4

In the window of a shop, flowers in a repurposed juice bottle, with the remnants of days, weeks, years? of flowers on the window sill. It's incredibly beautiful and kind of sad at the same time. I couldn't see the floor below but I imagine there's more dead flowers there as well. There's a story here. I don't know what it is, but it's probably beautiful, or sad, or similar.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Monday, November 28, 2016

Monday, November 21, 2016

Sunday, November 20, 2016

16-11-20

This is what the clutch of a 2001 Moto Guzzi Rosso Mandelo looks like. I wish I didn't know either.

16-11-19

Home owner.

Friday, November 18, 2016

16-11-18

Offerings.

16-11-17

They are going to build some million thousand square feet of hospital across the street from this. It's been known for a while that the hospital is coming. The little brick building slowly rots away. The buildings in the two closer lots gave up trying years and years ago. Behind me is where an active metal working shop stood for nearly 100 years; it closed a couple of years ago. When the hospital is done the developers will come in with their cheque books and their bulldozers and turn the whole mess of it into chain coffee shops and fast food restaurants I'm sure. That's not any worse than vacant lots and empty buildings (though an argument could be made), but the promise of fat wallets has crushed any idea of building something tangible here, something of quality, something of a civil nature.

I'm tired. That poor old building is tired.


Thursday, November 17, 2016

16-11-16

Bread makers are wonderful things.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

16-11-15

I've been to Juke twice now. So. Very. Good. And I went with a lovely group of people. I haven't seen Good Company beer before, but it was appropriately named in the context.

Probably the best fried chicken I've ever experienced.