the long way to work
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
The Queen streetcar was diverted north a few blocks to Gerard St. on the way to work this morning. A 45 minute trip became 70 minutes.
Along the way, I learned that Gerard has not seen a lot of improvement in the years I've been away. If anything, there were more boarded-up stores and blank-looking apartments than I remembered.
Curiously, at one point I noticed a fellow who was walking down the street walk up to one of the small houses, knock on the door, and then walk off. I don't know if he was waking a friend or what, but it struck me as odd.
Throughout the extra twenty-five minutes (still not sure how that happened, I guess I got bumped into the full grind of rush hour) I managed quite a few shots from an open streetcar window with my trusty ol' film camera. I'd love to have my desk set up at home so that I can start scanning my backlog of negatives!