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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
When the revolution comes, this is not the view I want.
I don't think I want to be a part of the revolution either.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
push knob to open
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
I've always wanted to exit the bus through this door. There is nothing to say that I shouldn't.
It all depends on how you decide to define URGENCE.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
main street birds
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
Pair of crows on a wire at a red light on Main Street. Plenty of symbolism, if you're lookin' for that sort of thing.
I wasn't.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
don't touch
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
I miss how there was always a pay phone around when you needed one.
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Daniel-Ryan is a vegan - but I am not
I produced this video for Daniel-Ryan Spaulding. It is part of a much longer DVD which the masses can buy.
I'm not a vegan myself because it takes too much work and sometimes I just want a hotdog. I have attempted to be a vegetarian, but as soon as I adopt a label, I'm doomed to fail at measuring up to said label. The very moment I claimed, out loud, to be a vegetarian, I suddenly wanted a hamburger and usually one from McDonalds.
Also, although Daniel-Ryan isn't smug about it, most other vegans I've met are. I find it challenging to tolerate such people.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Daniel Brown
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
This is Daniel Brown from Kitwanga, BC. I met him on Powell Street, Vancouver while I was taking pictures of birds in trees on the way home from work. He works at a cannery and mostly pushes buttons.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
monsters on a wall
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
I have a love of street art that probably started back in Edmonton, I just can't remember the when or why. It was always odd to me how offended so many people got about boring back alleys being prettied up by the street artists. Having painted my parent's ridiculously large fence in West Edmonton, I would have loved for someone to impose different colours other than brown... and make that fence dividing the backyard from the busy street into something far more interesting.
My Dad had much more imagination with the front door and garage door... creating different simple scenes that I think bothered my Mom, but thrilled me. When I went back to that old house many years after we had all moved away, I was so sad to see that a hand made door and lovingly painted mountain scene was now rudely painted over into that uninteresting brown colour... the same shade as that horrible unending fence. Personally, I would have added to the scenes... or perhaps have created something even more unique. The inside of a messy garage painted on the garage door itself would have been fun. The garage door being the most prominent aspect of the house always seemed somehow wrong to me.
Moving to Montréal meant seeing far more intense murals and unexpected bits of art that jump out from surprising spots. It opened up a whole world of possibilities to my little mind. I have yet to join in on the fun myself, but I can't resist taking photos of strange bits of art for the masses that I run into.
Hence this mural of monsters in the downtown Eastside of Vancouver on Pender Street. You can find the artists on this blog, and they even have a video of the work being created.
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
Friday, March 4, 2011
the neighbour's backyard
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
I had a different title in mind for this post. It was funnier, but I didn't think I could pull it off.
Anyway, this is March here in Vancouver.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
some burnt trees
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
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| From Schmidt & Weston blog |
| Here are three pictures of a forest fire, mostly after the fact. I always found it pretty and when you get far enough away from the guys working the chainsaws and pumps, it is very peaceful. If it weren't for the soot and the virtual mine field of dead trees threatening to silently squash me, it would make for a nice little camp site. |
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