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November 11.

Honda

Pinwheel...

The little things we cling to, pinwheels, sea shells, an old lamp. Such lovely narratives. Such beautiful objects.

October 4, 1971. 44 years later.

Bike Ride

 It was a random moment. My kid and I were going to make nachos, watch a movie, hang out. Last minute she says, "I want to stay at Nana's." Fair enough. Nana lets her stay up late, eat at McDonald's, and Nana has a great big dog. If I was 8 I'd want to be there too.

It was a lovely summer night. I threw a camera in my bag, loaded up a podcast heavy playlist into my (obsolete and no longer made) iPod (seriously, why are there no alternatives to this? screw you Apple) and headed out for a ride on an overpriced handmade single speed (I changed the bars on mine, it's more of a BMX cruiser now). And took photographs.

 It was a lovely way to spend a night. But I was happy to have my kid back the next day.

Y. Franks

Parts and service.

Big Sky

It's rare the skies of the prairies visit the coast. Instagram was rife with photos of clouds and sky and sunsets. It was like shooting fish in a barrel, if cameras were guns and clouds were fish.

Horizon...

Without a doubt this is one of my favourite photographs taken in the last year.

The primary narrative is that when I'm feeling trapped, when I'm feeling claustrophobic, I like to see the horizon. It's soothing. It is zen. The irony is, despite an ocean so close, the chances to see the edge of the world are rare for me. I felt like I saw it more when I lived in Toronto, but I was out more then as a bike messenger, and my daily routing would take me down to Lake Ontario regularly and even though it's a lake and not an ocean, it felt massive.

The subversive narrative is, this photo is taken from Saturna Island and if it weren't for a delightful mist on the horizon, you'd be able to see Vancouver from this vantage point. It was perfect in that moment that I couldn't.

West Coast Road Trip

I spent a few days driving down the coast. Seattle, Edison, Seaside, Cannon Beach, Astoria, and Portland were all stops. I traveled light, three cameras. These are all from one. Film is being developed. There is another memory card somewhere with more images on it. But for now there's these photos. I'm fond of the swingset one.