Wandering Carts

I'm going to try and get back into this blogging thing. I've been tree planting all summer and very unproductive. 

 I was going to do a photo series on abandoned shopping carts in Vancouver this winter because they are just 'so Vancouver' to me and I see an unusually high volume around compared to any other city I've lived in. They're a bit funny. I kind of gave up after these two though. I would always see good ones when I didn't have my camera on me and none when I did. Obviously I should have just had it on me all the time, but by the time I missed some good ones like one in front of a haggard, fallen East Hastings sign, I had decided it was a dumb idea after all. I like these though, so now I'm full of regret. 

Carbon Colosseum

The best abandoned house explorer/scavenger I know, took me to the burned down motel in Williams Lake this past June. It was unreal. Sort of like a time capsule, like the people covered in pyroclastic flows from Mount Vesuvius in Pompeii. But instead of casts of melted people there were perfectly preserved burned stereo systems and a fridge with identifiable food still inside. Part of it looked like the Colosseum. The motel had burned down sometime last February I believe. It was subsidized housing. Apparently the only one who died was a cat. I scavenged a helmet for biking. It had weird moldy ash covering the foam inside in a thin film. Amongst all the finds there were computer speakers, a jean jacket and a crazy Navaho print leather jacket. The back of the truck smelled like burned motel.

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Within a few minutes of entering we heard voices and things crashing about, the source: this very drunk man. He was one of the former inhabitants of the motel. I'd probably be drunk too if my life could be represented by a burned skeleton (ok probably not). He stumbled around the motel falling on shattered glass and giving us a free historical tour. He took us to his uncle's room, where apparently the fire had started.

 

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Parque Aquatico Sitges

Here are some photos of when me and Michelle went to an abandoned park in Sitges, a suburb of Barcelona, and I painted a mural. Some park exploration was obviously also in order. I got Michelle Yarham to take the photos of me. I must have been feeling a little narcissistic that day.