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Kamera

I need a camera to my eye
To my eye, reminding
Which lies I have been hiding
Which echoes belong
I've counted out days
To see how far
I've driven in the dark
With echoes in my heart

I'm shooting film again. It will be a bit before I post again, about as long as it takes to get through a roll of film and scan it, I supposed, which could be tomorrow, but I doubt it. But I doubt it will be a long time either. 

17-9-22

I baked a cake today. The birthday week of an 11 year old girl continues.

17-9-21

New boots.

17-9-20

Happy Birthday.

17-9-19

Yard work. Comfortably.

17-9-18

A girl and her cat.

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"I want you to feed me. But I don't want you to know I want you to feed me. I won't even look at you, but me being here may remind you that you haven't fed me yet."

iPhone picture, because I knew if I stood up to get my camera the cat would get up. He did. Straight to his food dish.

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17-9-6

 Slow Leaves were supposed to play the Wise Hall, but confusion, and no show at the Hall. So they found a house to play in, and it was quite good.

The neighbors complained about the noise though, so the next act moved to the basement. Micah Erenberg was quite good as well.

Happy accidents. And a lovely night.

17-9-5

Some 36+ years ago this was such a big deal that someone thought it important that a 10 year old in Canada should have a mug commemorating the event. 36+ years later that mug sits on my desk and I'm still not sure what to do with it. I asked eBay if it's worth anything; it isn't. And so it sits. Commemorating in perpetuity, or until the cat knocks it off my desk.

17-9-4

Motorcycle rides east of the city. It was disappointing to see my favourite diner/pie place in Hope is no longer, I was really looking forward to apple pie a la mode, but it's shut down. They had a program where you could bring in a pie plate and they'd sell you a delicious home made pie for $10. Sooooo good. But it's gone, and I could be sad, but instead I'm happy that it lasted as long as it did, and I had delicious, delicious pie there dozens of times, with wonderful people.

And so it goes. - K. Vonnegut. or was it Billy Joel?

17-9-3

Another one gone. Or going.

17-9-2

 Artifacts. It's really not much of a building. But it's so much of a building. "good bones." That arch, and an impossible span. So. Much Space.

It's such a lovely building. Next to a development; "Vancouver's last waterfront development!!!" It's by the river. It's a fair distance up that river. "waterfront" is a stretch. There's sometimes a puddle in front of my house. I don't claim to be "waterfront."

 A door was left open. Light creeps in from places where it should, and sometimes places where it shouldn't. It feels like it's been there forever, like it could be there forever...

 ...but also like it might be gone tomorrow. It will likely be gone within 6 months. We build things "forever." And then we knock them down.

 Piles of "forever." Artifacts of "forever."

"No Filter," as the kids say. It would be nice to know how we decide what to spare, what to preserve, what to respect, in retrospect. Something will be built around this. It will be revered. It will be loathed. There will be community meetings about "the old tree."

Without filters.

17-9-1

I spent 10 hours in these today. Welding. No regrets. I've almost got them worn in.

John Berger

"What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time."

- John Berger