Photo Walk
Today was fresh, like cold like plums from an ice box. I ran into many people I knew, so I was surrounded by Vancouver charms/annoyances. And my white jacket makes me look like a glowing reaper so it was a day of dichotomies.
I strolled frustrated with my sketches, and thought that since I’m failing at being an artist, I hope that photography is something I’ll learn to manipulate. And even writing! I am stuck-ville!
As a storyteller, I indulge to a fault. Cluttered in words, perhaps the photo can take the place of the thousand words I’d otherwise spew. I loved the idea of your photo essay at school so perhaps with my new hand on the ISO and AF and other non-familiar buttons on my camera along with Emily Carr guidance, I’ll take you on my dove day walk today.
Update: The pictures are too big! Here is a lovely video instead which makes me wish I could swim in bed. It also sounds like my day.
Love you.
So often on a stroll people you’d like to ignore lurk in corner stores gnawing on a piece of licorice waiting to pounce for a hello, how are you and oh by the way lets talk about me! When will it be polite to say FUCK OFF? White? I love you in white you’re like a yogurt covered peanut. Yummy!
Thanks for that video it was the best 3 minutes of my week.
love you back