Long time no blog. Back from a trip to the big Ville, cameras clutched on every corner! Sigh. Tired feets to show for it, and little else I’m afraid.
Uninspiring and underwhelmed was I. My aspirations toward crafty urban street photography amount to lame shots of pavement. Bicycle seats, diners, stuff in windows… (even trees, for Chrissakes!) And tired feets, two of those.
So instead I turn to photoshop and gimmickry to amuse and distract.
Then again, amuse and distract seems fair game, especially for a bumpkin like me in the big Ville. Or confuse and befuddle. So just the basics, just a few points I’d like to make, questions I’d like to raise… First: The barber out past Kingsway and 31st (Kings Men Hair Design) is excellent… thank you Gordon for schooling me on a proper shave. I will do better, I promise. Quality service is good to find. Second: What happened to the hot dog stand guy I usually buy at? Why wasn’t I informed? I’m a steady client, have I wronged you in some way, that you should abandon me? Third: People of Vancouver – what’s with all the tiny dogs?!
Still, Vancouver evolves and gets hipper and grimmer while all I find myself saying things like “golly” and “geez” more frequently with each visit. 24 hour phở. Tattoos everywhere, a guy being arrested by the drugstore. And a diminutive hotel room, stuffy and undergoing renos (kind of a euphamism for “falling apart”), with a… squarish view of some other brick walls across the alley, and a front desk staffer who’s distracted and is looking right through me, out to some other life… it nonetheless hits just the right spot this time. Just what I need.
Early morning exit to get to YVR, just a note on the front desk cryptically suggesting the staff is absent for “routine office work”… whatever, I’ll just leave the keys here then. (Did I pay? – I should look into that…)
Perfect porcelain women arrayed in a window. They observe the menagerie of giants and misfits and hipsters and bumpkins, some with tiny dogs.
Keep changing, you. You Big Ville.