Duxford Girl

There was a time when all phones did was connect with other people who had phones. Heck, forget cellular, I remember when cordless was the thing of the day. I remember when only rich people had car phones and they were powered by giant batteries carried in briefcases and I remember when Radio Shack carried fake antennas you could stick to your car so you could look like a rich person. Anyway, my point in all this is that I now have a phone that takes pictures and movies, plays songs, stores pertinent information, connects to the Internet and has a cool (albeit useless) cordless headset so I can walk around talking to myself and making myself indistinguishable from people with serious mental health issues (yeah, okay, no body needs to point out that it's not just the headset).

Tonight I used my new computer and Bluetooth connection to pull said photos from my phone and I now offer a sampling of the weirdness that can occur when a person can take a picture anywhere, any time.


Neon sign in a Vancouver museum cataloguing the 1950s in Canada.


Heavyhearted, painted polar bears in Winnipeg.


Graffiti on Hastings.


Lighted paper-mache cow at Calgary Folk Music Festival.


Tragically Hip concert at U of C.