I’ve biked past this building now and again, here in Dauphin. It’s unremarkable at first glance, and I often forget it exists within an hour or so of passing it by. But it still manages to captivate me, when I do stumble upon it.
It has passed beyond it’s original purpose, existing now as a canvas for local stoners, and a monument to the triumph of decay.
(in other news, I’m going to be on the road for the next month and a bit, and will have limited access to the webz while I’m out there. Expect few if any new posts during that time. But upon my return, I’ll have have a whole pile of new images to throw up here. So happy August, and see you in the fall.)
There’s this dog friend we hang out with sometimes.
Turns out he and Celeste have the same favourite stick!
Pear Sauce - before, during, and after.
(canning always feels kind of like cheating to me; you mean I can just take this food, that is on the cusp of going bad, and make it so it will just wait around until I’m ready to eat it?!)
Even the plastic junk of yesteryear has such style.
My city is still breathing but barely, it’s true, with buildings gone missing like teeth.
(teeth pulled by the dentists who live in the condo towers that replaced them.)
(May the old city one day rise up from it’s brick pile ruins and crush the new city, pushing it’s pulverized plastic remains into the river, where they might one day join the floating garbage island.)
(A tribute to all that we have “accomplished”.)
First fire of the year, as seen by several seconds of light passing through the lens.
Lasciate Ogne Speranza, Voi Ch’intrate
(Or, Moose (no longer) On The Loose)