“Why does it always rain when we go to Manitou Beach?” It doesn’t always, but when you wake up on a Saturday morning and the rain is drizzling like a Vancouver winter, it seems like a good day for a soak in a hot mineral spa.
I always wanted to try infrared photography. It always seemed so mysterious. I guess that’s what makes it so appealing.
Back when I was a kid I received a home darkroom developing kit. Last weekend, I decided to haul it up from the basement. I found a paper envelope in the kit. Inside, a black and white negative.
As long as I remember, these towering sentinels have stood watch over the town. At bedtime, I would gaze into the darkness to find reassurance in those patient silhouettes. Beneath them, the industry that gave the town its life and its livelihood banged and thumped and hummed hypnotically.
The warnings started on Friday: Heavy snowfall, 10 – 15 cm of snow expected. After Friday’s freezing rain warnings, it would be best to listen to what Environment Canada had to say.
What if you could go back in time? What if, one day, when you were a grown-up, you went back to your old home and climbed the ladder into your parents’ attic? What ghosts will you find there?