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Photos in the genre of Grant Hutchinson’s Splorp.com

   (2006.03.08)

If it is the quintessential New York story to pack up and move from Idaho to a cold-water tenement and a life in the theatre, and if it is the quintessential British story to leave in the morning with everything you own in a little black case –

Front-end loader, raised up on its rear stabilizer feet, sits on beach sand behind boardwalk

– then surely it is the quintessential Toronto story to ride one’s bicycle in mid-winter past a lakefront beach barely dappled with snow only to encounter a disused front-end loader with rear auger attachment hiked up on its haunches on the sand.

   (2006.03.04)

Not as bad as the last time, but still rather formidable.

Hand holds up three hardcover books: ‘Disability Drama in Television and Film,’ ‘The World’s Writing Systems,’ ‘Ethnologue: Languages of the World’

Light-reading-for-a-Saturday-night kind of thing.

   (2006.03.02)

In a previous era, I was able to photograph the rarest of police vehicles, the stealth cruiser (reproduced here).

Ford Crown Victoria police cruiser. Flash photo ‘illuminates’ decals showing car number [6002], police insignia, telephone icon and ‘9-1-1,’ ‘To Serve and Protect’ slogan, and body-side stripes. In daylight photo, no markings are visible save for vestigial insignia

Sort of like putting a studded collar on an accountant, it is now possible to photograph a stealth minivan.

Navy-blue minivan has bronze stripes and markings (6315, 9·1·1, TO SERVE AND PROTECT)
Navy-blue minivan has brigh reflective stripes and markings (6315, 9·1·1, TO SERVE AND PROTECT)
   (2006.02.24)
Black railcar with dirty streaks sits on rusted wheels and rusted track and is labeled VICX 2625 (with other weight measurements) in yellow Helvetica
   (2006.02.23)
Barren greay-and-white parking ramp leads to barren grey-and-white two-storey concrete building with orange Home Depot sign and single orange stripe. Warehouse and dumpsters sit on the ramp

I’m not gonna dignify this one by calling it a Homo Depot, as is often done here.

   (2006.02.23)

Yes, this is a flat-tired Pontiac Fiero with a pickup-truck cap piled onto its roof.

   (2006.02.23)

My photo of these concrete arches being driven down Bay St. makes me think of May Day parades in which everything under the sun gets driven down the boulevard.

Low-riding steel transport trailer carries giant white square arches
   (2006.02.19)

Yes, of course I attended the icebike race last night. I coined the word. Why wouldn’t I go?

Man in recumbent bike and other man on regular bike, with reflective lines on sleeves and back

My first time, curiously enough. It was actually held in a semiconvenient location and, more importantly, inside. The disadvantage? No wolves or coyotes.

   (2006.02.19)

I seem never to have published this photo, despite having it in my completed files:

Bronze-coloured, rain-dappled PT Cruiser headlamp is surrounded by silver-edged black bra

Hence my hope for a triumphant sequel is somewhat truncated. En tout cas:

Yellow flame decals spread inward from headlamp on black PT Cruiser

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