Trajan’s dear friend Nyana is pretty darn good at the whole ‘being a girl’ thing, as she demonstrates here.
She’s also pretty darn good at the whole ‘breathing’ thing now too, having almost entirely shed the extra gear that she brought home from the NICU to help her lungs heal. During the daytime at least she’s now completely untethered at last.
Not that the tethers slowed her down at all. Out of Trajan’s posse, despite having the most problems getting her lungs all cleared up, Nyana was walking months before any of the boys and is even starting to talk quite a bit.
It is lovely to see her without the apparatus, Trajan and her had a lot of fun in their two play dates last week despite what one might think from seeing just this image. A stern taskmaster, she spurred him on to finally walking almost all of the time, he’s been screwing around on this front for some months now.
The flip side of course is that now Trajan has since taken to running as wellf so Dad’s life has gotten a lot busier.
The Humble Frenchman on Flickr.
On the occasion of his ensuring I didn’t get kicked out of the house by Lisa for having too many cameras (he bought my OM-2n to make room for the OM-4 I picked up at the swap meet), Arnaud was the model of humility.
A gentleman’s gentleman, despite what you may have heard, he’s currently somewhere up north breeding an army of Ent’s with which to wreak his horrible vengeance upon the world.
Glad I’m on his good side!
A developing sense of scale on Flickr.
The controversial development at Davie and Bidwell is well under way now. All but the Facade of West End landmark Maxine’s, a former brothel and bawdy house built in 1905, have been torn down and the pit is dug for the new 21 story building that will replace it.
Now, I’m all in favour of densification and, the foot of Davie Street remains quite under developed. The restaurants, insurance agents and green grocer that lined this stretch of Davie Street always seemed like a severe under-utilzation of the space and, all struggled to survive as well, changing regularly.
Looking at the size of this pit, compared to the lovely old Sands Motel across the street though and, one has to wonder if this is indeed the right choice for the location.
Personally, I’ll miss the building that formerly held the green grocer on the corner. Briefly, in 1990, the building was home to a lovely café where my continuing addiction to and love affair with espresso began.
A Place for Unspeakable Rituals on Flickr.
This altar in Coal Harbour Park is a place where strange and unspeakable rituals take place in the setting sun. Best to steer clear!
Echos of Coal Harbour’s Past on Flickr.
While generally known these days as a forest of gleaming, glass towers, Coal Harbour was not always such.
For the first 100 years of Vancouver’s existence, Coal Harbour was a hub of industry. Factories, Warehouses and Diesel fumes abounded. The trainyard dominated and, at the edges were rooming houses, apartment blocks and a few old houses.
The trainyard is long gone, Factories and Warehouses but a memory but, a few of the old houses and apartment blocks remain. Along with this one old rooming house, sticking out like a sore thumb on Melville Street.
They now live out their lives enveloped in the shadows of their more grandiose neighbours, catching only the occasional shaft of sun each morning.
Rolleiflex Automat, Ilford Delta 100.
Rolleiflexamat Tele on Flickr.
Pretty sure I’m going to hell for this. My apologies to Mr’s Franke und Heidecke
Black and White Film with Filters!, a set on Flickr.Via Flickr:
Kids these days seldom seem to use filters with their black and white film. I see this as a problem, like trying to play trumpet without using the keys, it leaves you with a pretty limited range. Filters in Black and White can dramatically impact your end result.
This Might Feel Like Home on Flickr.
Ironically. (It is Main Street, after all)
Kodak TXP320, Fuji GW670III, Yellow Filter
I still think Kodak discontinued the wrong Tri-X. One more roll and my stash is depleted. :-(