STORIES
I love collecting stories. I love documenting them. I love hearing them. But most of all I love sharing them.
![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...So I went for a walk about and shoot with my lovely friend and fellow photographer Felicia. She really wanted to explore street photography in my hood so off we went to shoot the streets of the Downtown East side. Of course first thing I see is a bunch of crows and as I crouch to take the picture of one poised over a drumstick....his companion flies over him and defecates on his wing....classy... | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...Most of my street photography is driven by curiosity...I walk along and if my brain goes "I wonder what the story is with that?"....I dash off and photograph it. First story of the day was this 10 year old Pomeranian who gets babied and carried around in a bag....lucky little monkey. | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...Of course I love odd things...and odd sights. I'm really drawn to abandoned items and incomplete stories...my brain just wants to fill the gaps with fantastical stories. For instance, a phone booth that is no longer a phone booth. |
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![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life......abandoned bicycles. | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...And then there was the curious business of the building that was being torn down. For the life of me I can not figure out why the constructions workers would tear out the innards of the building...even break the glass....but leave the blinds up?!? | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...Seriously....you can see the amount of tear down in this shot...no ceiling no nothing...but still the blinds stay up. |
![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...Odd isn't it? | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...Of course this curiosity isn't limited to objects....I also have a weird fascination with shadows and light...I get a ton of odd looks when I photograph. | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...So Felicia and I kept walking along when we spotted a frying pan with what looked like eggs in it. Of course my lack of glasses didn't help. Again curiosity reared its head so I look at the guy sitting beside the pan and go "What are those?"....."Are those golf balls?".....and that intro led into one of the more entertaining conversations of the day. |
![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...His name is Trevor....or he also goes by "Bubbles" (does a fantastic impression of the trailer park boys). He was surrounded by friends who were all teasing him....and of course that spilled over to us and pretty soon Felicia and I were getting razzed and laughing along with them. I love my city. | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...So after we left "Bubbles" we turned the corner and lo and behold there in front of me was a cowboy and his walker. | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...You know me....I couldn't resist...I went up introduced myself and started chatting him up. |
![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...He told me his name was Brian, and gladly showed me his boots. | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...Such a handsome charmer, he said he was flattered that two young ladies were asking for his image.....but then again he attributes it to his new "haircut". "What haircut? Show me!" I said....and he pulled off his cowboy hat to show me a perfectly shaved head. | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...Most times when I am curious about someone I will walk over and introduce myself. But other times I surreptitiously take a portrait that invites its audience to be as curious as I am. |
![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...Of course a walk in the DTES would not be complete if we didn't go exploring down alley ways. And before you ask....no....I did not lift the lids to see if they were used... | ![]() Two Hours in my Curious Life...And finally...at the end of our walk I came across one of my favorite curiosities....grafitti. Makes me wonder about this Thomas fellow |
![]() Grandma SallyShe lives downstairs, one of the most resilient, outspoken, funny and sweet people I have ever met. Sally....or "Grandma Sally" as the pups call her is 79 years old. She embodies a level of sass, strength and certainty of character that I have never seen before. | ![]() Grandma SallyShe has had many health scares over the last few years that would have done in anyone else. | ![]() Grandma SallyBut there she sits at home, smoking her cigarettes, doling out her wisdom in a hoarse smoke filled voice. |
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![]() Grandma SallyShe tells me about all the men she has loved in her life....how she used to love to dance ("proper dancing none of that silly stuff") and how she plans to go to a Salsa dancing class with her walker on Sunday. | ![]() Grandma SallyShe worries about Gordon and I, she worries about us constantly and how we are recovering from the car accident. | ![]() Grandma SallyI reassure her telling her it will be fine and we will get better. That the universe must have set us this challenge because it thought we could handle it. Her response "THAT''S A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT" |
![]() Grandma SallySally can always be counted on to tell it like it is. She has no filter and truly believes that all residents in our condo building are like family to her. | ![]() Grandma SallyBut a story about Sally wouldn't be complete if I didn't share one of her favorite jokes. Sorry folks it isn't PG so quit reading while you are ahead if you require PG. She is constantly checking to see if we have a "bun in the oven". And every time we say not yet.....she looks at Gordon goes "Tsk tsk....you know you gotta let it soak"..... .....................................I still haven't figured out what exactly she means |