This story includes: A vacant
Victoria lot dotted with California poppies, wild grasses shooting up through
the old bricks, and graffiti in conversation with the neighbourhood. Whether
sketching on the rooftop, or walking through Chinatown, I loved observing the
changing views here. A new building has gone up recently. I have been documenting
it through photos. I also went into the building to shoot, and discovered the
graffiti artists had found a new canvas. I imagine my last picture – art lovers
enjoying their new home - graffiti nicely framing the space. The animation to
follow tells some of this story.
by Wayne Chan | May 3rd 11:55 am
My daily commute is like a small gear of mechanical time, of epicycles upon epicycles, where days turn to months and to years, and the seasons cycle through. The rhythms of time are constant, but the changes they bring are not.
by Brendan Harrison | Apr 12th 12:54 pm
When white supremacists moved into my neighbourhood, I was forced to reconsider what community meant to me.
by george ilsley | May 3rd 1:44 pm
The neighborhood of Broma in Vancouver (around Broadway and Main) used to have salmon streams and a temperate rainforest. Now it has hipsters.
by Monica Meneghetti | May 2nd 11:45 pm
Queer Banffites come in every stripe but, like other wildlife, most of us are well-camouflaged.
by Christin Geall | May 3rd 10:16 pm
In my neighborhood, houses float out to sea. They’re jacked up from their foundations, lifted onto trucks, and barged away.