Many, many of the images I take are from the streets of The CIty. Vancouver is a beautiful, interesting place to live. There has long been something, a whisper in my awareness, that I would find my way to the ocean one day. Since early this past summer, I have called Vancouver home. No longer is it a six hour car ride away- snuggled up in blankets on the floor of our mini van to discourage getting car sick while also getting to play. A win win. Thanks for safe driving mom!
Besides the proximity to the ocean, the city life- more specifically,the people of the city- are captivating. A vista entirely in their own right. I have been lucky to find a place attending a college downtown, putting myself in the hub of what goes-Vancouver Style.
I love it.
There are so many faces, so many stories. The energy is so vast and magnificent. A more difficult task is to find yourself bored, than to search out something to do, somewhere to go, something to see.
People are everywhere.
People are amazing.
I love to talk, to listen, to learn. Only recently have I had the courage to ask some of the folks I meet if I could take their photo. The photographer in me would take it anyways, but I want to try this asking business too…
I am anticipating the start of a category of street photography for this blog. Hoping to as well include a brief description of the story behind the person in the image, if there is one.
I met Chris downtown this week. He was outside of a Starbucks, appearing to be playing solitare… guess again! After chatting and sharing cigarettes, he confided in me what he was really up to…’shooting spitballs at assholes!’ I watched as he pulled out a generous number of Starbucks straws from somewhere deep within his army print folds.
Steady-He selected his weapon/straw.
Aim-Locked and loaded with the paper bullet, resourcefully made from the straws packaging.
Fire-That guy-on the cellphone with The Face… Watch out!
He wasn’t a bad shot. We chatted some more and shared jokes. He had left school, left home and was now planning to travel-possibly America. An acquaintance of Chris’ joined us and showed off some magic tricks. Being on break from a class of which I had long since run late, I said my ‘goodbyes’, grabbed my coffee and picked up the pace back to school.