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Four days of snow and then sun.

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Splatter paint party, no better way to spend a day when you're seven.

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Oscar and Gilbert.

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It's an endangered species, the local garage. I don't know if it's because cars are getting more and more specialized or when a plot of land with a decrepit old shack of a house on it is worth nearly a million dollars, a commercial lot as big as this one, a lot that could hold the better part of 20 condos, I mean "homes", this lot isn't financially viable as an independent enterprise. You try by selling the space on the sign to manufacturers but the advertising revnue is minimal and market forces develop stronger alliances to Mr.Lube because of the glossy advertising on national television and the type of people who live in half million dollar studio condominiums don't like taking their precious automobiles to dirty shops. (I've got a secret to tell you, cars are dirty)

I took my car into Bert's Automotive for a syncromesh for second gear and a clutch. It's a dirty shop and buried on a part of Kingsway that isn't particularly hip. I hope that saves Burt's from renoviction for a few more years to come. The place above, Tireland, is on Main Street and that yellow sign on the side of it is the death certificate. "Here there will be condos." And if history proves a reliable predictor, there will be a Chain Coffee Shop™ and an Authentic Tacos Made By White People lunch counter on the ground floor. And a cell phone service retailer, maybe a discount one, maybe even one of the big three.

The Tireland building isn't particularly beautiful. But this city doesn't really need more condos, what it needs is for some of the estimated 20% vacant condos purchased as investments to be rented out. With that kind of influx of housing all rents in this city would likely go down.

Tireland won't specifically be missed, but what it represents will be, at least by me even if I'm in the minority.

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As she got older I believe my grandmother's favourite time of the day was mid afternoon when she was allowed to have herself a rum and coke. I'm not sure if she still got her drink once she went into the care home but I hope she did. She passed away early this morning. It was time, she's had Alzheimer's for a while now and it was getting pretty bad, but it's still not easy.

And today I'm having a rum and coke in the afternoon. I might even have two or three.

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End of film.

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Saturday with Sophie at the World of Science.

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5 years in the making and I have these shelves. I've drawn them more than once, lost the drawing, thought about it again, dreamed of a table saw capable of realizing these twelve boxes, accepted that IKEA would forever hold my books, rebelled against IKEA, thought about them again. The whimsical, slightly skewed box at the top holds the first camera I ever owned that I can no longer get film for, and my father's Spotmatic that no longer recognizes light with it's meter. I can't reach the top shelf anyway, not without a ladder.

I'm going to shoot film for a bit. For this blog, film. The thing with film is that it's slow, much like the establishment of my living space, slow. So the updates won't happen for a while, not until I've shot the first roll of film, developed and scanned it. 36 pictures? I could shoot that tomorrow so it might only be 2 days before the first update. Realistically? A week. How long will I do this? Well, it took five years to build that shelf. So....

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When all else fails, just point your camera west-ish as the sun sets. You'll probably get something passable. Tiny apertures will get you funky faceted artifacts too. Cool.