Sunday, 22 June 2014

Homesickness: Vancouver

It's my last day in Vancouver: the city I have called home for 6 months. I'm packed, ready to go, and have a taxi ordered to take me to the airport that evening. I'm at a loss, I don't know what to do with myself. So I temporarily borrow a polaroid camera & a box of film from my friend's rich, arty flatmate, and steal some moments of my beautiful city on stolen film.

This view is one of the first I ever saw when I arrived. I walked as far as I could down one street and came to the edge of the water.


I went to Vancouver in the hopes of getting a job working in this place on the left. I didn't, but I discovered the Gas Town Clock for the first time. Such a famous little clock, such a famous picture.

This is where I did end up working. This is where I met some fantastic people and spent most of the money that I earned. This is the view I saw every day when I left work to go get a coke from the 711 round the corner.


This is the last picture I took in Canada. I stood up on the bus and stuck the camera out of the tiny window & pressed the button without looking. I ended up capturing a view over the bridge that I had seen a thousand times. A simple, but significant picture.

These are the images I think of when I think of my temporary hometown. These are what come to mind when I desperately want to go back. I think that I definitely need to return and take some more photographs. Now that I like to call myself a "photographer" & have had 6 years away, I wonder what the pictures would look like.

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