09-5-30

The building was on fire twice last night. (Smokey The Bear says, "Hey kids, if you're feeling tired and want to take a nap, that roll of toilet paper on your table is not a good place to rest your lit cigarette.") And Car87 was called, which is the police car that deals with people who are no longer compatible with the world. But on the way home I saw this which made me realize that there's a lot of us that aren't that far away from a ride in Car87 and yet things are generally pretty good.

09-5-29

Again, the view from where I work. This is at dawn as the buildings are just tall enough to grab onto the sun. You can sense the relief the neighborhood feels as it's bathed in sun once again. Or maybe that's just me. But I'm big on metaphors.

09-5-28

This doesn't do it justice. It's my ride into work. With where the sun is relative to the equator these days I ride into a sunrise on my way home and into a sunset on my way into work. This is on the way in. I don't feel like a moth but it's nice to feel the sun on my face at both ends of the day.

09-5-27

There's a distortion, when you take pictures of someone else's art. Is it documentation? Interpretation? Does it have merit? I've said it before, the current iteration of this blog is less about art and more about the things that make me smile. This made me smile today.

09-5-26

Another one out of the jig. They keep getting better. This one, it feels really good when you hold it in your hands. It feels really good.

09-5-25

The kid and I spent another full day together with a camera in tow.

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We must all remember being there.

09-5-19

The skies rivaled those of the Prairies in their magnificence. Iona Beach is a rare part of Vancouver that appears amazingly flat and with but a hint of the mountains you might be anywhere but where you actually are. It's been ten years since I've been to the spit but I don't think it will be that long before I visit it again. It's an amazing place to spend an afternoon.

09-5-18

It's been a while so I figured it was about time for another self portrait. Might be time for a shave as well.

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09-5-16

His name is Fatty, or Fat Bastard. Handsome Devil might have been his name as well, I suppose.

09-5-15

There's such a potential energy in vans. They represent to me the perfect size for a survival kit for one or two people, there are two seats after all. I could fit a bike in there, a camera or five, a laptop, an iPod, a bed, a girl and probably her bike as well, and a healthy collection of books, and a couple of folding chairs. There'd be room for an exceptionally large bottle of gin, a cooler with ice and tonic and the fixings to make a decent sandwich at the side of any road. Not everything would fit but I don't really need everything.

This isn't my van. My van doesn't have stars on the side of it but maybe one day it will.

09-5-14

It's a hard light to capture and I wouldn't suggest I've done it here either.

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09-5-12

Despite their best efforts it was realized they couldn't control everything.

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Metaphors, again.

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This might be the only time I'll ever use my cell phone camera but somehow the crappy picture of a security camera that takes crappy pictures seemed appropriate.

09-5-6

I'm living on coffee these days. Night shifts. It's about all that keeps my eyes open sometimes.

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09-5-4

Huh.

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"...in life there are two kinds of walks. The first is when you walk out the door and know you're coming back. The second is when you walk out the door and know you're never coming back."
-Douglas Coupland, The Gum Thief

"The romantic in me likes to believe that we're all hopeless, lonely creatures and that we're all just grasping for some way to relate. Sometimes it feels like the internal problems within us are just going to bubble over, and when we feel alienated from everyone around us and the eloquent words evaporate before they reach our lips, it only makes sense we'd develop some sub-dialect to get us by. In those mements when human connection is necessary for our continued survival, that's when we speak in the coded language of our time. That's when we talk about the weather."
-Jack Saturn, We Ain't Got No Car! #7

09-4-28

Kinda feeling like this these days.

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09-4-23

Sophie draws, and then "Daddy draw." She's a good kid. (2 and a half years old.)

09-4-22

This is it, all you could hope for, and now I have the photograph.

09-4-21

Home to "noise" on any given night. It used to be a strip joint and if you walked by the Cobalt on a hot summer night when the front door was propped open and you were lucky you would be able to see all the way to the back of the building where naked ladies graced the stage. You can see in lights above the door the word "girl." The lights are still there for the "girls girls girls" marquee but only the central "girl" still lights up promising a single female entity within its confines. It, like most everything else in this city, is slated for gentrification. One day a nice, comfortable brew pub will be conveniently found here but in the mean time I hope to spend more time at the Cobalt where, at last call, you can buy a king can of Pilsner and they might "forget" to open it for you.

09-4-20

Mr. Monkey goes to the park.

09-4-19

Jake Hardy is the braintrust behind Holzkopf.

09-4-18

The best part about Mom having a birthday is having chocolate cake for breakfast, even if it's a day late.

09-4-17

A polar opposite to yesterday's post. Completely unretouched and straight out of the camera. It's very satisfying in its banality whereas yesterday's image made me angry in its distortion and interpretation. There's no good reason to like this photograph which is a very good reason to like this photograph. I appreciate its honesty.

09-4-16

I promise to not do this ever again.

09-4-15

A moment in the warm sun. A moment to breathe, close my eyes, and go somewhere else.

09-4-14

no picture today. i had the flu. it was enough of a challenge to not die.

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Photographs of dreams.