25-12-14

It's not the ocean. People rave about the ocean in Vancouver. It's the Strait of Georgia. No, it's not the Georgia Straight. That was a weekly entertainment newspaper. You can't see the ocean from Vancouver. It's always been a pet peeve of mine. 

I like looking at the horizon. You go into the mountains and you can only see so far unless you truly summit a peak of substantial height. In Ontario you could see the horizon across Lake Huron or Lake Ontario. It's hard to see the horizon from Vancouver. On a clear day, from Iona Spit, you can see Galiano Island. On a day like today the clouds give the illusion of being able to see the horizon. Close enough. The spit is seen across half the horizon. It's not lost on me that the purpose of this concrete jutty is to carry human shit out to a point where it won't wash back on shore. Still, it was peaceful out there today. And I'm glad I took to time to get there for a bit this afternoon. Therapy, the cheapest kind, can be found when there's nothing between you and the horizon, or close enough in this case. 

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25-12-12

 I imagine this photo as the cover of a collection of short stories called "Confessions of an Addict." 

One light on in a window. One might think this a late night photograph capturing insomnia. It was taken at 5pm. The days are short. 

19 more days and I'll have a perfect year of 365 photographs. Maybe I should skip a day. No one is perfect, after all. 

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25-12-7

 I didn't call. If you call, let me know how it went.

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25-12-5

 Canucks vs Mammoth. Mammoth won, 4-1. Canucks could use some help this season.

25-12-4

 I can still taste the pulled pork sandwich these guys used to make. Long gone. Never coming back. 

25-12-3

 Rainy season is in full force.

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25-11-30

 16000 steps. Sunny fall day. Cool but not cold. Deserves an extra photograph.

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25-11-26

 Community Center Hockey. The kid scored a goal off that shot. I have a photo of the puck in the air going into the net, but this is a better photograph. Good hockey too. 

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25-11-24

 I haven't missed a day this year. That was my goal. I almost always miss a day or two. I'm good with the flaws. That being said, it kind of feels like I've been mailing it in this week. Daylight Savings Time flipped the days to dark early and the rain has set in for the winter. It's hard to get motivated to go out and take photos these days. 

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25-11-20

 I think my granola (where this little bit of guidance was deposited for me to discover at the end of the bag) just told me I can't sing.

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25-11-16

 New lens. 24mm prime. And a back yard that lost a couple of sick trees this fall. The view has changed a lot. This is another photograph I've taken many times. Each time I cite Stan Douglas. He recreated a scene from Vancouver's Hogan's Alley; a neighborhood that was historically a black neighborhood. 

The Douglas image is CGI, or AI, or whatever you want to call it. It's not a real photograph. It's also slightly unsettling because there are no people in it and, even stranger, no vegetation in it. There's nothing living in it. 

Even more unsettling is, it's perfectly exposed. I've seen it in person. The image is very large. I want to say it's at least 4' tall by 6' wide. And you put your face right up to it and the blackest of shadows are just barely black, and the brightest of lights are just barely white. No lost details. No blown details. 

I didn't get that. But my image also has trees. Grass. No people though, not intentionally anyway. 

The view feels different without the trees. We'll plant another tree in the spring. And the view will change again.

25-11-15

 I've been taking the odd photograph of this building for years. Decades? There's a For Sale sign in front of it now. $2 million. I fear it's not long for this world. 

25-11-14

 Ken Lum. I know I've taken this exact photograph before, but I love how his art inhabits such an odd setting. 

25-11-13

 Transitional spaces. Spaces in between. There's little to be excited about with this photograph but I like it. I've cited Charles Sheeler before. He's known for some of his images of transitional spaces. He did so much more than stairs, but stairs were a regular distraction for him. 

I like this one more than I should. The age and configuration of the railing, the slope of the last tread vs. the landing, the meticulous attention to the surface finishes on the stair components when there stairs themselves are disintegrating..... It's an interesting space, not meant to be occupied, but you feel yourself in the space upon viewing it. 

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25-11-10

 Salmon. Carved and brined and ready for the smoker tomorrow. 

25-11-9

 Tale end of summer. Long into fall. The grape vines are finally giving up for the year.

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25-11-5

 Canucks vs Blackhawks. I wanted to see Bedard score. He did, but it was an unglamorous empty netter to seal the victory for the Blackhawks. Great seats though...

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25-11-2

 Visits from old friends are good. 

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