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I've photographed this car perhaps a dozen times. I never get what it is I feel when I see it. The car moves but rarely. The city threatened to clean the streets one day, to sweep away the nature that encroaches upon our man made landscape, and the car dutifully disappeared for 24 hours and then returned, as if it had been driven blindly since the coloured tarp appeared to be attached neither any better nor any worse than before it moved. It's early in the day so there's no pressure to post this image, it's not a last resort offering, and a few days ago I showed I was capable of missing a day without too much fanfare. Why this picture today? Maybe now that I've posted it I can stop taking pictures of it. But I don't know.

Listening to: Blind Pilot (I haven't listened to an album from beginning to end so much in a long time.)

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A picture of an interpretation of a picture disguised as a metaphor. Or perhaps there is no disguise at all.

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I've considered changing the theme of this to "My Daily Sketch." As a compromise here's a photograph of a sketch.

09-7-26

Jarvis Cocker played Virgin Fest and, well, to be honest, any "Festival" setting is usually about getting paid for a hard earned image. Jarvis probably didn't fit in as much as anyone else who showed up this weekend but he put on a good show despite. I would have ranked his performance above Sonic Youth's and Metric's in a heartbeat. Metric, as always, put on an excellent show, but Sonic Youth, damn, they should have been unbelievable but they were pretty normal. Sorry guys but it's true.

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The sky was a brilliant orange, nuclear, and peppered with lightning. The entire city stood and stared in awe.

09-7-24

"I would hardly call this living. It's more like dying slowly." - The Burning Hell.

That lyric shouldn't appear so morbidly depressing, it's actually from a song where the chorus rings, "Everything will probably be okay." I like the "probably" insertion, because you never really do know, but you mostly depend on it probably being okay.

But while we mostly strive for a better tomorrow we seem to make our most heartfelt celebrations of life in death. The sad poetry that evolves as we try to attribute meaning to the end of someone's life is gut wrenching. Think of Kurt Cobain. Think of every friend or relative you've lost prematurely to some disease or accident. I've explored this idea of sad beauty before here. The monument pictured above is old and weathered. I've ridden by it a dozen times or more. Each time it should remind me about living because everything will probably be okay. Right?

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That window. This one's all about that window.

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The Decemberists played the Vogue Theater in Vancouver tonight. However, the opening band Blind Pilot was, in my humble opinion, a better band.

I think I'm sick. My throat is sore and I'm more tired and stiffer than usual.

09-7-21

Warmed a bit to simulate the feel of film. The horizon is in the middle but the mountains and the little boat might almost follow the "rule of thirds". A little splashed on banner across the sky saying "Greetings from Horseshoe Bay" and you'd darn near have a post card.

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Rock Plaza Central played at Folk Festival in Vancouver today.

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Sophie isn't much of a drywaller but she works a mean hammer and screwdriver.

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I'm back to digital now.

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I sometimes struggle with the philosophies of Ayn Rand vs. some sort of humanitarian balance which always involves corporate restraint. There are times that I would fully classify myself as a capitalist and yet I can relate to the sentiment inscribed on the building in the photo. Where does that leave me?

(I get to play "catch up" soon, I'm picking up photos from the lab tomorrow morning, the above photo was the last on a roll of film already in the camera.)

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