Wednesday, June 29, 2022

22-6-27


 Spindle! Black and white is the theme, I guess, for Jazz Fest this year. 

Saturday, June 25, 2022

22-6-24


 Vancouver Jazz Fest has started again. Tonight it was Adria Kain, short list candidate for the Polaris Music Prize. 

Thursday, June 23, 2022

22-6-23


 

22-6-22


 

22-6-21


 

22-6-20


 These particular batteries aren't "Regal", rather, they belong to a building that has the name "Regal." Not to take away from how dignified these batteries are. 

22-6-19


 The food service trucks are slowly replacing the RVs on the side streets of Vancouver. Even the RVs are considered luxury housing priced out of reach for many people living in Vancouver these days. 

Friday, June 17, 2022

22-6-15


 No filter. Cell phone photograph. Mood. 

22-6-14


 I found the preloaded filters in Lightroom. 

Friday, June 10, 2022

22-6-9


 I lost a notebook. I tried some alternatives over the last year. Moleskines are crap-ish, but I like them. Today I got a new one. Tomorrow I'll start using it at work until it's full or I lose it. I don't think I'll lose a second one. Ever. I'm sure I'll fill a few more. 

Thursday, June 9, 2022

22-6-8


 Vancouver.

22-6-7

 Nothing to see here. Carry on..

22-6-6


 Juno award winning musician Stephen comes to my home for a bike tune-up and shows his appreciation with a single raised devil horns. Keep on rocking in the free world....  And ride a bike. 

Monday, June 6, 2022

22-6-5


 

22-6-4

"It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be." - Bob Dylan
 

Thursday, June 2, 2022

22-6-1


 

22-5-31


 I make my kid lunch most days. It's routine. She gets a lot of bananas and peanut butter sandwiches. I keep asking if there's anything else she wants. She says she likes the lunches she gets. 


Routine. Ruts. Patterns. The days can become repetitive if you let them. Pack a lunch. Go to work. Go home to make dinner. Repeat. 


The little art projects, in this case a banana that you need to turn on before eating it, keeps it interesting. It forces some creative thought into what's an otherwise banal activity. Little things. For both of us. 

22-5-30


 I only found one treasure. Coconut milk.