Sitting under the Granville Street bridge, on Granville Island, sipping a coffee today I was mesmerized by the bits of handicraft around me. The rivets & nuts and bolts never cease to amaze me, the bridge assembled like a big mechano set. Each piece designed and cut for this one bridge only, solid and real and nothing like what I do with bits and bytes. Then there’s the little cedar bench tucked away in a corner, with its clean lines and wood peg contruction. Its just as unique, and just as sturdy as the day it was built. On an island crawling with arts and crafts, these two get my nod today.
I shot both these frames without moving – one up, one down to the right (the telephoto lense helps).