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Truth be told, it's a week I'd rather forget. They happen sometimes. This is one of them. Some of these photos were taken on the same day. There are probably more photos that would fit here. At least two days aren't represented. Maybe even three. I could probably post daily, this seems easier. I wonder about taking a break. I should be doing more productive things with my time than taking these photographs every day.

But the photographs are some strange proof that I existed and the world existed around me. For better or worse.

20-6-14

One more day shoving my big mitts into the little spaces of an engine bay. I find it therapeutic. I'll find it more therapeutic if I've solved the oil leak. I'll know tomorrow.

20-6-13

This was the only digital photo I took today. I walked around with a plastic Lomography camera though. Not sure when I'll get around to finishing the roll, maybe there will be revisions to the blog one day. Maybe not.

20-6-12

These darker images never upload probably. I've never figured out what the deal is. I've tried various jpegs, and tiff, and higher resolution, etc etc, but whatever Blogger does to compress these images muddies the blacks. Not that it's a good photograph, but it could use all the help it can get and the compression during upload isn't helping at all. 

20-6-11

Cell phone picture. Vancouver.

20-6-10

20-6-9

Gold valve cover goodness...

20-6-8

20-6-7

2 for 1 "world coming to an end" special.

20-6-6

20-6-5

House fire.

20-6-4

When you're looking through old photographs it's the odd ones, the outliers, that often garner more attention. Pictures of banal things, like a desk you used to sit at, or the dashboard of a car you used to own. Things that you would see every day and not give much consideration. Like this narrow little walkway between the alley behind my house and my back yard. Thousands of times I've traversed this space. The cinder block wall has a lean, the siding is a moss farm, and that little kink at the far end is probably where my property line is but I don't know for sure. This is a space that plays a role in my life. And before today I don't think I've ever photographed it. And now I have photographed it.

20-6-3

I walked 15kms today. I made my way to the North Shore of Vancouver via the Second Narrows bridge. It was something like 19,000 steps according to my phone's spyware. No pictures of mountains or bodies of water. I'm alright with that.

20-6-2

Two things. I need to clean my windows. And this plastic donkey makes me happier than it should.

20-6-1

20-5-31

Not a photo. Not on film. Not on my camera. Not on my phone. It wasn't intentional. It just happens. Shit happens. Or rather, sometimes it doesn't happen. I was distracted by the world. Pandemic fear has been replaced with Black Lives Matter. It's the end of the world as we know it.