London, Ontario, February 2007 [Click to enlarge]
I walked by a tired building on a tired street on a bitterly cold day, and was drawn in by the facade. I find old brick to be a fascinating surface. Every crumbled corner tells a story. Faded and cracked paint speaks of futile efforts to halt the effects of the ravages of time. You wonder what this building must have looked like when it was new, and what kinds of things – routine or not – went on within its walls and on the street outside.
All I can see now are echoes. The street is almost empty. Even on a good day, this is a barren stretch that seems to have missed out on the good life. But a brightly colored sign suggests not all is lost. Hope, it seems, is never all that far away.
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