Late at night, when it rains hard, you can hear the city roar. Every drop pounding every inch. Dripping: gliding: flowing: splashing: roaring again.
It almost hides the silence.
There are no sirens. There are always sirens. Never bothersome; only noticed in their absence. Police Headquarters, Vancouver General, and the Downtown Eastside disappear.
You hear everything because the heat is building controlled and the windows are always open.
Humans puking, cats screaming, cans clanking. Rain falling.
When the rain calms, the sirens begin again.
March 14, 2008 at 6:38 pm |
this was nice; also is the photo film or digit-all?
p.s. more of this would enhance the blogging experience
March 15, 2008 at 6:17 am |
I’m really glad you liked it.
The photo is digital. It took a couple of attempts to get the exposure right and this was a spur of the moment thing. I needed to accurately capture the scene immediately and my school camera was close by.