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Pictures of cars. There are a number of them. Here's another. Yesterday too. They are usually older cars, probably always older cars. I'm not sure exactly what it is about them that's so appealing. I don't like driving them, new cars handle so much better, are faster, use less gas. Is it what they represent? A time when things were simpler? In so many ways we base how successful we are on how much we own. When this car was made there was no such thing as an iPod, a cell phone, a PlayStation, a computer, etc etc. Wanting this car is more about nostalgia than anything and nostalgia is a powerful drug. And still, I take pictures of old cars and more often than they appear here and will continue to do so.

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I almost bought a muscle car a few weeks ago.

10-8-27

Two layers of drywall and then another layer of wall board. The room just got 3 inches wider.

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It's black and white week.

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So I missed another day. I didn't mean to but I fell asleep before I managed to get some pixels converted to some whimsical part of my day. I tried to make up for it by taking a photograph at dawn. It wasn't that I got up early to do this but I don't sleep a lot and when I'm asleep at 11pm I'm up at 5am. I suppose that's six hours, probably enough sleep for someone my age. I used to take a lot of photographs of sunrises. Lately I haven't so much. I'm sure there's some symbolic meaning to that but at the moment I don't know what it is.

I am finding more and more that landscapes are intriguing and John Hendry park, probably partially due to proximity, lures me again and again. It, like most urban landscapes, is completely contrived but is somehow comforting. And then people show up.

I think I'd like to take black and white photographs for a week. No good reason. Probably a few bad reasons. Bad reasons have never stopped me before.

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Sophie.

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It's the sky of a Dutch landscape painting.

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Fully prepared to cut holes of a number of sizes in a variety of materials.

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I went to see the band Cracker tonight. 300 photos of the band and one of this booth in the bar.

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There's something odd going on with this image when I upload it. The original on my computer isn't blurry in the branches but even though I've uploaded it twice now it appears fragmented and blurry. I don't know.

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The days are easy to miss. Accidentally another one slips through my fingers without a single photograph taken. I guess it's okay. But not really.

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With a view from the 7th floor of a building at the top Main Street, Ami's place is a beautiful place to sit with a couple of friends and drink too much white wine on a rare hot summer evening in Vancouver.

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No one sets out to produce children who are drug addicts. I wonder how it happens.

I was made privy to a discussion between an employee and a tenant who was a life long addict. He claimed he was happy because he had never had a job, had done drugs all his life, had lived on an altered plane for as long as he could remember. He was in his late thirties talking to an employee in his early thirties. He was stuck in a wheel chair, could barely move, needed help with bathrooms and bathing, but the reality is we all end up that way one day. What was amazing was how unenvious he was of the basic human functions of the person he was talking to. He essentially talked down to the employee, making it seem like he had his priorities right, drugs are amazing, why sell your soul for anything, even a few more days of life when those days are wrenched from you through whatever form of menial labour is thrust upon you?

He died not long after that, if you had seen him you'd wonder how he had managed to live as long as he had. I wonder about it all though. If one does the math, compares the amount of time you're doing what you want to do vs. the time you sell to afford those things, do you come out any further ahead living another 40 years or so?

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There are canals in Ontario near St Catherines and if you're driving along from just the right angle at the right time you'll see tanker ships that appear to be sailing through the fields where they have no right to be. Landscapes are familiar things and when things interfere with them they seem so absurd. With all the fires in BC there's been a lot of haze in the air and for an afternoon the mountains on the North Shore disappeared. A good friend of mine with a stellar view of the shore from her apartment at the top of the Main Street hill took a photograph of it and the Vancouver skyline looked downright spooky without the mountains as a backdrop. I had been to New York once before the World Trade Centers came down and once after but the skyline wasn't an old friend of mine so I had to rely on the emotions expressed by others about how odd it felt to have the towers missing from the skyline.

I ride across the Georgia viaduct on a fairly regular occasion and it felt odd to have circus tents popping up into the landscape like a new mountain range or giant yellow and blue striped ships sailing where there was no water.

Not sure where I was going with that.

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