montreal.......sometime after sept 10th

As always....lots of pictures.....so if you tire of the words

....follow the map of my head in pictures

The day starts quietly, but my I'm cursing in my head

.... as I realize there is no cream for my coffee. 

It's not at all something I always need, but this morning

...I want it, bad!...I look out the front window.....

So I step out of the building......

 and look at the wall as I walk by:

Across the street I pass by the gas station, I think they forgot the, t, at the end when they were branding it.

Then the Persian Bread store,

  I have yet to try the bread.  I think it's a mob front...I'm almost to the creme!

Snuggling roughly with a massage parlour is the Chinese-owned dep, ( a french-canadian word, short for deppaneur, a corner store that sells wine and beer). I go in to buy cream and they're out, so I'm outta there.

Across the street is Café 92°. Mexican run and owned. Nice place, poor coffee. Beside that is the arab pizza shop, I haven't tried yet, that has pizza that you take home and cook yourself. Love it! Lastly, at the bottom of the building is the Coreen (love the french spelling) and Japanese restaurant. I stop here, knowing if I go further, I have to head to the Provigo (a supermarket chain), It's a busy corner and I'm not in the mood so I head back home.

Goodbye Pork Pie Hat 

is the soundtrack to this foray - a little abstraction i stumbled through:

(right click on the link below & choose open in new tab to have this tune as the soundtrack for the rest of this entry)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXcRFAJDF0c

Scratches on a Bus Window

i drink my coffee black and feel almost normal, but never really, 

so I decide to head down the other way to the bakery 

that Maria, a friend of Jessica's from Mexico 

told us about....

later i find out it is named...... 

but this graffiti-mind is exquisite, in-finite

does it matter what it is, or is the real question do we like it?

what's to figure? we figure how it fits into us.

the nerves in our brains interpret light

and symbols chase their own importance?

memories of life passing quickly, even quicker than that. 

looking through the eye of the universe, 

a candle that was my ancestors is blown out just as it begins to learn to burn. 

a park to coffee that i had found on a map generated by 

the great god google (product placement), 

but it turns out, coffee is a guy, an underwhelming guy if we gauge him by the park,

i wonder if his family were importers?

so I walk by all this work expressing fun, freedom, community, diversity, passion, youth

listening as closely as i can, to a tune i'm beginning to remember......

an impression, an understanding, a taste....

a melody........

 

.....and I walk into the bakery.......... record scratch.... 

the Maestro enters on his segway........

and the beautiful black man in a suit with the look of awed confusion.....

maybe he's the Maestro......

i leave......the tune begins again......

2 loaves of bread, 

200 grams of turkey and a pastry

$9.

plants choking poles, upright structure a facade of the immovable. 

this pole bends, slowly by our standards, but no longer a tree, it's roots lack flexibility.

but we are communicating with whoever will listen....

hell, even if no-one is listening, we've got forums where we can pretend people are listening...

we at least listening to our own want to be listened to

french, arabic, farsi, korean, spanish, english - systems, ways

explanations of an ever-changing infinity of possibilities

and then we come back down.

to dig into the dirty; the clothing of montreal. 

the smell and the soul of this city.

power pencil sharpener

flowering motor

bowl of plant life

tubes no bells

brick and metal form their own biologies, 

training your eyes and your mind 

as you settle into their rhythms 

without noticing. 

here, graffiti grows on walls 

oftenthymes like stains or lichen, 

other thymes more like tattoos, hieroglyphs, strainings,

 sculptings of the body of a new Tribe. 

what is this global tribe playing? 

petatonic dissonances attempting universal fabric bending not breaking.

trees grow up through the sidewalk, and plants engulf signs... 

the workers are waxing philosophers

attempting to build temples at the altar of life. 

a little bit a meditation,  a little bit of focusing by and on unfocusing

attempts to convey feelings and ambiences

through strings of symbols

a little song of structure

a little bit of unjazzness

undo me totally

grass in a box

painted cement

blue sculpture detail

blue sculpture

alien substance

surveillance

contemporary art

morning

noir alley

The day winds down. I'm slowing. I'm watching the light and trapping it inside the lens for  brief moments.


The kitchen window.....

 The pattern on the screen blurring the focus on the buildings is beautiful...and very simple

It's sunset.....so we'll go that way......