You know its summertime when..
the cherries are raining down from the trees, finding honeybees and butterflies in flowers, sightings of children dancing on sidewalks with popsicles, depletion of seashells while wandering the seashore, wind chimes singing in the breeze, real scents of fruit.. not artificial perfumes, floral print dresses and strangers in sunglasses.
Charting the stars across the night sky, strawbaskets and picnic travellers, berry harvests, lazy afternoons reading philosophy, mermaids and sea babies frolicking in the waves, balloons like escape artists in clouds, pink cotton candy messes and sticky fingers, intensely hot summer nights.
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A new friend and I wandered across the city yesterday.
We met in the lumber shipyard heydays past home of new westminster, an ancient royal occupation in british columbia’s prospector and gold rushes reminiscent. Walking across bridges and railroad tracks in sneakers and rainbow kicks while discussing wintertime sports and ice skating hobbies.
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Wallets are odd-shaped bundles that only carry significance based on their contents.
Carrying a multi-packed card case for every sort of whatnot and wealth combined with bus transfers and photo ids always made me feel a little nervous. I wanted a something something that was artistic, unique, and still had an elegant form and aesthetic function. And that was when I discovered Poketo.
Poketo is “a designer of limited edition art products, accessories, apparel, and decor. Founded by Ted Vadakan and Angie Myung, Poketo promotes the work of top international artists by showcasing original artwork through their fun and accessible wares.”
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A friend and I travelled together recently across the dividing border between Canada and the USA to the sunny harbour city of Seattle, in search of adventure in not so distant lands, awaiting photographic moments and delicious clam chowder.
Seattle is a different city from the hippie culture Vancouver home. Not only notorious for the resting place of suicidal Kurt Cobain and the previous headjammer days of indie rock concerts (now safely relocated to Montreal!), the shopping metro we explored and the harbourside of Elliot Bay was almost incomparable to the scenic pastoral landscapes from the highway bloodlines.
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The concept of eating at chinese restaurants has always confused me.
Nevermind the critical language barrier and subtle body language and lack thereof of chopsticks precision; the underlying social protocols of how to eat certain dishes and where they’re placed and when (they arrive) has always baffle me when dining out with a friend.
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In the afternoon a friend and I were wandering about the street festival in the middle of business-suburbia vancouver (an area conveniently located between the starving artists of main street/mount pleasant and the hippie culture a la couture of kitsilano). I fondly remember my transit commutes to work and such along the same route, summer brief photowalks and discovering new islands to explore.
Back in the day, there was less urban development and consturction (outside of the boardrooms), with early spring cherry blossoms in april and several basco5s dotting the landscape like surprised easter eggs. I also wore hiking boots and sneakers everywhere with no film cameras and not yet as battered small digital point and shoot camera as my compass.
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Today is the 29th anniversary of Earth Day.
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