Alley view (my version)

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In response to your question, yes, Ehpem, I did get a shot of this wall in the alley. Thanks for asking.

Victoria, British Columbia
photographed 8.3.2014

Posted on August 31, 2014, in Photography and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 31 Comments.

  1. Ah, there it is! Now I recall that beer bottle too, which I did not think to include in my photo. Funny that we both chose to take detail shots – probably because the whole wall was a bit overwhelming. So overwhelming in fact that I had put it out of my mind. I went back a few days ago to refresh my memory and found that the adjacent brick which I featured in my photo has all been painted black. I think I took more pictures, but that roll of film is not developed yet.

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    • Actually, I brought that beer bottle with me. It was in the camera bag with the boulders and I returned it to the bag before you had a chance to get it in a shot. That’s the way I am. (See how I failed to mention this little quirk prior to my visit?)

      It’s odd to think that the other wall is black now.

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      • It is odd – it is a thin sprayed on black much like the graffiti on it was, but uniformly applied to hid the graffiti I would guess. It in fact will provide a very nice palette for the next person with a spray can or 12. I should go look, it has probably already happened.

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      • Hiding old graffiti and making a canvas for new graffiti are the same thing, mostly!

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  2. And, Belgian beer! what could be better?

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    • It would have been a completely different shot if the beer bottle was a crappy brand!

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      • There are a local brews that could have been more appropriate to find abandoned in an alley, and some would have indeed made a completely different shot (though most of these are good beers, at least the ones I have tried). I have done some thorough internet research (and some hands on too). Here is a list, sorted alphabetically. When you come to visit again, we can set up a shot, you choose the brand, I will track down an empty.

        Amnesiac
        Anarchist
        Animal Farm
        Back Hand of God
        Bad Tattoo
        Berried Alive
        Bike Route
        Bitterleaf
        Black Death
        Black Heart
        Blood Alley
        Bootlegger
        Cloak and Dagger
        Creepy Uncle Dunkel
        Crooked Tooth
        Cutthroat
        Dark Matter
        Dead Frog
        Defibrillator
        Desolation
        Devil’s Elbow
        Dough Head
        Down Easy
        Faceplant
        Holy Smoke
        Hops and Robbers
        Kickstand
        Laid Back
        Larry’s Irish Cream Stout
        Lawless
        Liquid Sunshine
        Loose Cannon
        Lost Souls
        Loud Mouth
        Mad Bruin
        Megadestroyer
        Nasty Habit
        Naughty and Spiced
        Naughty Hildegard
        No Justice
        Numb Scull
        One-Two Punch
        Outta Wack
        Pothole Filler
        Rusty Tractor
        Scandal
        Trainwreck
        Truth Serum
        Ugly Sweater
        Woolly Bugger

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      • Is “track down an empty” Canadian for “drink a bottle of beer”?

        At any rate, I think you should start “tracking down” Larry’s Irish Cream Stout, then move on to Creepy Uncle Dunkel, and – if the weather’s chilly – sample an Ugly Sweater. I’d be more than happy to track down some empties myself. In the interest of photography.

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      • “Track down an empty” could well be taken that way. Someone has to empty the bottle, and the price of craft beer is such that pouring it down the drain, or on the pavement in an alley, would be all wrong.
        I will see what can be done about finding a bottle of that stuff – the Old Yale brewery is in Chilliwack which is east of Vancouver about 90 miles. Perhaps a specialty beer store here in town carries it. I like that they know about apostrophe usage. And am surprised by the name, Larry being an uncommon name in these parts (perhaps not in Chilliwack though, for all I know).

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      • Perhaps all the Larrys in Canada live in Chilliwack. That would make them, I suppose, Chilliwackians.

        If it would be helpful at all, I could assist in bottle-empyting. I’ve got some experience along those lines.

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      • Hmmm. You may be disappointed. Old Yale no longer brews that stout. Instead they make another stout, called Sasquatch. We all know that Sasquatches are not real, and I was thinking that Larrys were nearly as rare.
        Could this mean that Sasquatches and Larrys are pretty much the same thing?

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      • Yes. You have solved the mystery of the Sasquatch. Don’t tell anyone, though.

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      • By spilling the beans on this blog have I put my big foot in it?

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      • “Sasquatch”
        “big foot”

        I see what you did there!

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      • Not much slips by you unnoticed…

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      • It depends – boring stuff slides right on by. Amusing word play, though? I am a fan.

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  3. Are the graphics decipherable – they resemble a series of coded flags – or one person’s attempt at abstract art. I should be able to remember the name of the artist that is in my mind, but a glass of vino has temporarily removed it. Mind you, a dose of one of those beers that Ephem lists might have wreaked me – Rusty Tractor for example. And what could possibly happen if you had a Naughty Hildegard followed by a Creepy Uncle Dunkel. Best not to think abut that too much…!

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    • Andy – might it be Mondrian you are thinking of?

      If I had a Naughty Hildegard, then a Creepy Uncle Dunkel I think I would need to follow it up with a pint of Defibrillator and then an Amnesiac (for peace of mind the next day).

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    • I agree with Ehpem – you may be thinking of Mondrian.

      And I think they are an attempt at abstract art.

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    • Holy Smoke! You won’t believe what happened! (I may be an Amnesiac, so forgive me if I’ve told you this before.)

      It was a Trainwreck. Not literally – I have a Nasty Habit of using cliches. But I’d tell you the same story even if I’d been given some Truth Serum or if someone had zapped me with a Defibrillator. My Anarchist friend, Naughty Hildegarde, and I had stopped by a little place just off the Bike Route. She was there to complain about a Bad Tattoo. She asked for a Bootlegger, but had somehow ended up with a likeness of Creepy Uncle Dunkel. The tattoo artist maintained that Uncle D was, in fact, a bootlegger, and he treated my friend like she had a Numb Skull. There was simply No Justice.

      After that, we went by the Animal Farm, where we saw a Dead Frog in the road. It might have been smashed by a Rusty Tractor. The road was being repaired, and I think by now that frog has probably been entombed in some Pothole Filler. But I am sure that it wasn’t Berried Alive. Surprisingly, the farm was not in an area of Complete Desolation, which was handy because it was nearly time for lunch. We used the Kickstand (instead of putting the bike Down Easy), and headed over to our favorite pub, the Crooked Tooth, which is just one block down Blood Alley. It’s a nice place; even anarchists like its Laid Back vibe. But unknown to us, there’s been a bit of a Scandal, possible involving an Ugly Sweater and a Loud Mouth who was completely Otta Wack. What a disappointment! We left, me as mad as the Devil’s Elbow and my friend with a Black Heart with no idea of where to go. Then, in a One Two Punch, I stepped into some Dark Matter, which made me stumble into my friend, who fell like the Back Hand of God spilling an entire cask of Lawless Liquid Sunshine.

      Feeling like Lost Souls, we ran as fast as we could, executing several Cloak and Dagger moves along the way. I was sweating like a Wooly Bugger, I’ll tell you that.

      It never got better. The entire day felt like Black Death.

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      • Melinda, you out do even yourself with this post!

        I excavated at a Black Death cemetery in London for more than a year. Back Hand of God is my favourite local stout, followed closely by Dark Matter. All true facts the conjunction of which, until now, I had never worried about.

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      • Thanks! I’d just come from a visit to my dad, and wrote it to cheer myself up!

        Hmmm…those “coincidences” you describe are a little worrisome, aren’t they?

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      • Well, it cheered me up to. And likely will others as well so a good way to deal with those emotions!
        I’m going to the fridge in search of some empties in order to help think about whether I should worry.

        The fridge has Steamworks and Big Bock neither of which seem quite right in this context. Above the fridge is some A’Bunadh, Ardbeg, and Auchentoshan (to start at the beginning of the alphabet). Maybe one of those will help contemplation.

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      • I am jealous, as I am working on my free-lance grants-writing job tonight and am therefore unable to have beer of any sort until I get this stuff finished. Which gives me a great deal of motivation to get it send along its way!

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      • Well – I too have stuff to do that requires a steady brain and hand. Like getting gear ready to shoot my friends’ wedding including getting dust and gunk off the sensor!

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      • Well, I’m done with the grant so it’s off to forage for some future empties…..

        Have fun cleaning the sensor! Out here where it’s dry and dusty, lots of dust ends up on sensors; I’ve gotten less nervous about cleaning it. I still don’t like it, though.

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      • Is this an average day in Texas? What are you smoking over there, Melinda. I want some of it! (Brilliant, by the way)

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      • Yes, it is in fact so extremely average that I hesitated to even write about it.

        (Thanks. I had a good time writing it.)

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