26-10-1

 If you look closely, the score is 8-2 for Edmonton. Shots were 20 to 4 in Edmonton's favor. And it ended up being a close game with Edmonton winning 9-7. A veritable nailbiter. The Oilers scored two goals on Vancouver when Vancouver was on a power play. Two shorthanded goals. 

If the Oilers don't get goaltending, they will be cooked. If Vancouver doesn't develop a system that includes SHOOTING THE F-ING PUCK they will be out of contention by Christmas. 

26-9-30

 

26-9-29

 Leafs regular season started tonight. They lost. Bobrovsky didn't look great. 38 year old goalies might have been a mistake.

26-9-28

 A bamboo pencil holder. With a ghost digital clock in it. The future is now!!!

26-9-27

 One month later. One month ago. 

26-9-26

 

26-9-25

 

26-9-24

 

26-9-23

 It's no longer a giant soccer ball. 

26-9-22

 

26-9-21

 

26-9-20

 

26-9-19

 Prelude. More to come. 

26-9-18

 May I? ....thanks.....

26-9-17

 

26-9-16

 This is not a bad way to earn a living.

26-9-15

 

26-9-14

 

26-9-13

 Two blocks away from where I live is a little section of power lines that don't really connect with anywhere, front or back. It's in a little alley that really doesn't go anywhere either. And there are always pigeons on it. 

And I've taken this photo a dozen times. 

If I had more energy I'd go back and find those pictures and superimpose them to see if I compose them the same way every time. I suspect I do. 

26-9-12

 I take a lot of architectural photographs. Elevations. Transitional spaces, framed, narrated, with shifting spaces behind. A low volume to the left, a canopy that extends to nowhere, and a double heigh space with clearstory windows. 

Wide steps. You could simply stop and sit. 

Doors without handles. But they have kicks. They open outwards, the kicks are on the wrong side. 

Tension in transitions. Layers in depth and height. 

It's a church. It's an intriguing building. 

I'm pretty sure I've taken this exact photograph of this exact church before. I know for a fact I've taken a photograph of this church before. 

26-9-11

 

26-9-10

 "And the joke is rather sad

That it's all just a little bit of history repeating." 

Propellerheads, with the marvelous Shirley Bassey singing. 

I process in batches. Sometimes the photos are all the same. I live in the same place. I walk the same streets. The photos are, undoubtedly, going to repeat. Today. 

Tomorrow. 

Definitely over the weekend. 

So it goes.

26-9-9

 

26-9-8

After the party is done, all that's left is the cleaning up.

26-9-7

 

26-9-6

 

26-9-5

 Homeward. 

26-9-4

 The Rivoli. Toronto ON.

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26-8-30

Flight to Ontario and then a long car ride. The kid reacted appropriately. 
 

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26-8-23

After many years of not stooping to the level of Crocs ownership for a number of reasons, I finally picked up a pair. There's a story. 

My friend Ian who was killed by cancer had asked me to grab his Blundstones from work for him when he was diagnosed. "I don't know how long I'll be able to tie my shoes for." I got his boots for him, but picked up a pair of Crocs at the same time. "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing these," I told him. "but you don't really have to worry about that." He laughed.

When you're dying of cancer, everyone is so morose around you. Nobody just dicks around. We joked around the few times I got to see him before he passed. Apparently the Crocs I bought him were with him in his hospital room when he died. His wife made sure I knew. She thought I would get a kick out of it. I did. 

So I bought a pair. And then my girlfriend decorated them with little ducks when I wasn't looking. 

They are terrible shoes. I'm glad I have a pair. 
 

26-8-22

 I owed you one from a few days ago. Here it is.

26-8-21

 My good friend Ian died at the turn of the year. Every single day when I ride my bike to work I think to myself, "Ian, you are missed. This would have been a good day to be alive." That's what I thought when I saw these sunflowers this morning. Ian, I miss you.