It’s been awhile since I’ve posted, and, well, sometimes a writer’s got to sneak off the woodshed to make some pages. I’ve never been a fast writer. The process, for me, seems to take its own time, no matter how many hours I spend or words I write in a day. The world seems cluttered with ready-made objects, so maybe it’s good to celebrate things made patiently and with attention. In praise of slow-growing things, here are a couple of archival photos I love from past events and slideshows. The originals are kept at the Vancouver Public Library. Both were taken in the old logging days in coastal British Columbia. I love the mustaches and the surprisingly formal bush attire featured in many archival logging photos.
This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 17th, 2015 at 6:21 pm
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