Organizing the archive, ran across slides of the old Vancouver neighbourhood, 1980. That place sure has changed! Kodachrome 64 35mm slides, 1980.
Waiting
Sometimes, you just take it slow and easy. No hurry to get where you’re going. The mountain pass is shorter and faster, but the ferry is more leisurely.
Midway memories
Long before Silver City Days, our annual fair was called the Trail International Festival. In 1974, two friends and I stood atop the roof of the Crown Point Hotel to get these photos of the midway located on Bay Avenue.
You looking at me looking at you
In an era of instant selfies, it can be hard to remember there was a time that when you were looking at the camera, someone else was looking back at you.
A Found Photograph
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.
Sentinels
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.