Sabina

We went for breakfast a few weeks ago and she indulged the old camera I dragged along. All of these are scanned from film. It's nice to be shooting film again.

Passion

It's her birthday today. Happy Birthday.

Landscapes

There's a long and involved explanation for this picture. The short one that will have to do for now is that everything in this image is contrived.

voids

Two from today (yesterday? I'm up late) making it three in total. The first one is a simple compositional exercise but this second one is kind of neat to me. It's taken pretty much at the dead center of what I would consider Vancouver, Main Street and Terminal Street. It seems so odd to find such an expanse at the heart of a city where every square meter seems to be being developed for housing or some sort of Olympic affair. It has the same effect as a grassy plateau that appeared once when I was mountain biking in Moab. Amongst the red rocky terrain with steep brutal climbs and mesas off in the distance, as I crested the climb I was greeted with a completely out of place meadow. It was like stepping through the looking glass into another world. That's how this part of Vancouver feels, desolate and abandoned in the heart of highly coveted or feverishly gripped space. It's a relief to stand there, to feel free of the city while standing at its center.

Be part of something bigger.

There's a lot of irony in this sign for me. The average house price in February 2008 in Vancouver was $632,000, or $92,000 more than it was a year ago. In Toronto it was $382,000, only $14,000 more than it was a year ago. And what's surprising is that the average price of a house in Calgary is $415,000. Who would have thought Toronto would be a cheaper place to live than Calgary? Anyway, the sign is for a condo development about to be started on an empty lot here in Vancouver and I find the sign ironic.

Morning chores....

Sabina says, "my brakes aren't working."

"Perhaps new cables?"

"You think? Let's find out..." and then the bars were carefully unwrapped so as to not damage the cork tape. A cable is freed from the brake and the lever and friction is detected. "Yup, I think so."

She's making rye bread and banana bread with chocolate chips today. I'm bringing home a couple of brake cables and some cable housing. It was a good way to start the day.

Jesus drives a Cadillac...