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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Relics of an industrial past


Where beer is made
Montreal, QC, August 2009 [Click to embiggen]

The scene: Late afternoon. I'm walking along the eastern edge of Montreal's downtown core with our oldest son. I've just finished the second of two national television interviews and we're making our way back to the car. It's been an adventure for him, as he's gotten to see what I do in a place we moved away from when he was a toddler. We banter about everything and anything as we decompress from the intense couple of hours we've just experienced. It's a day I hope he carries with him for a long time.

We walk past the Molson brewery. The fact that I barely drink anything, let alone beer, doesn't faze me as I admire the multifaceted old building in the golden glow of a lovely evening. We stand on the sidewalk and stare intently at it because it's a perfect example of function dictating form, and a proud icon of a city that's lost so many stalwarts since I was a kid. But not this one. It's also the perfect excuse to stretch our alone-time before we have to head back home.

Your turn: A moment you remember from your childhood. Please discuss.

About this photo: We're (slowly) winding down this week's Thematic Photographic theme, urban (click here to toss yours into the ring.) Tomorrow (Wednesday) at 7:00 p.m. EDT, I'll post the launch entry for next week's theme. And what will that theme be? Glad you asked:

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5 comments:

  1. Cloudia11:43 PM, September 22, 2009

    I remember riding with MY dad "downtown" to the urban core of Philadelphia. Then home to the suburbs. Some things never change I guess, Carmi


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  2. Rinkly Rimes12:17 AM, September 23, 2009

    You reminded me of an event in my own life.

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  3. Rinkly Rimes12:17 AM, September 23, 2009

    Forgot the URL


    http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/48-buttercups-and-daisies.html

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  4. Anonymous4:59 AM, September 23, 2009

    I remember all the stories and talks from my Grandfather when he was Fire Chief and all the tales he would tell us. And then how the old station was here he had his hardware store that I worked at. It was great :)

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  5. Nishant5:03 PM, September 23, 2009

    You reminded me of an event in my own life.
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