PS13 - Bedford IV
See also: Bedford (PS9), Wilderness / Scenic / House (PS9), More! Bedford (PS11), Bedford III (PS12).
The next few are from yet another journey up the waterline.
Apparently they're covering this building with siding, so this fine
commercial artwork will be buried for centuries.
I've taken this picture quite a bit, but usually in a different lighting
condition each time.
The Bedford Hills.
This is Angela's Civic, and she represents in Enfield. "Calling
all my children..."
Patsy and her new car. From left to right: Bernice, Eric (Paul's
parents), Patsy (Paul's sister), Nadine (Patsy's daughter), Brad (stepbrother).
Argh! This was the first picture I took after the previous battery
died at Joe's party - and the stupid date stamp "feature" of my camera
came back on by default. No, it's not January 1st, 1998.
A wall alongside the Bedford Highway.
I photgraphed this because I was in a Why
Vinnie Carponzo Hates Trains sort of mood.
Sunnyside Mall, Bedford.
Some flowering plants in front of the Bedford United Church.
Paul and Fred.
It was almost Canada Day, so I figured I ought to photograph something
federal.
My tall friend Scott and his funky ceiling fan. He says that
he hasn't gotten hurt nearly so much now that he's stopped stretching when
he gets out of bed in the mornings. =) (The blade of the
fan is actually grazing his hair here, but you can't see that because of
poor timing and composition on my part. I'll try again some other time.)
I came up to borrow a tape, but at that time I figured Scott's computer
might be powerful enough to watch the video on Weird Al's "Poodle Hat"
(mine is not). He put it in his drive and the video started playing, but
then all of a sudden these weird noises started coming from the CD drive,
and he ejected that thing faster than my ex-girlfriend kicked me to the
curb. =)
If how slowly they crawled though the parking lot is any indication,
I have doubts that this couple and their rickety car will make it back
to Florida.
I love my grayscale prints. I want to shoot another roll. I purchased
this film in Fall 2002, and I sort of promised myself that I'd save it
until I got a girlfriend (a subject probably worth grayscale photography).
However, I ran out of money and regular film, so I shot the roll early
- and besides which, these films expire after a few decades of storage,
so I don't think I could have left it as long as necessary. =)
Joe Chisholm's new car. He drove all the way down from Peterbourough.
The visitor's centre.
Flags, from left to right: Nova Scotia, Canada, Halifax Regional
Municipality.
The next bunch (until the lake pictures) were taken on a single evening. It's always great to witness a sunset.
Sunnyside Mall, from its rooftop parking.
The Main Street area of Bedford, near Ridgevale.
The path between said communities.
The view of the Bedford South area (across the Basin) is good from
up here, but my 70mm (2x in digital terms) optical zoom is not adequate
to capture such things, and even if I had telephoto capabilities on my
camera, such a picture would be dark as night since I can't adjust the
exposure time (zooming decreases the light that gets to the film, resulting
in darker images - I try not to use it if I can help it).
Sun Tower, serving here to block said Sun.
My buddy Evan working at an Ultramar. Note the image on his nametag
before you move on to the next photo.
Evan, checking prices for me.
$49.79 for a carton of cigarettes? Are they imported from Mars or something? I've been told that when people broke into this store in the middle of the night, they only took the cigarettes. Just cleaned the racks of cigs, every time. They didn't take a single Dr. Pepper or even a lousy chocolate bar! What's the point of breaking into a place if you're not going to take the good stuff? Anyway, Ultramar, in their wisdom, have set up a Fort Knox-esque door that is closed over said cigs at the end of every night. But that leaves the Oh Henrys and Clorets unprotected! I guess some people just see more value in some things than others do. =)
(Before I get flamed out of my house, I do understand why cigarettes are so valuable - in fact, they're probably one of the most valuable consumable items. They're also small, and easy to hide if you steal them. People want them because they're easy to convert into cash. While I might consider a box of Mars bars more intrinsically valuable than a carton of cigarettes, a criminal would probably have a hard time unloading a crate of Starbursts as opposed to a crate of Player's. The previous paragraph was meant to be sort of funny in a self-deprecating sort of way.)
"He's not housetrained, but who cares?"
Steve, Evan's trainer. ('Twas a slow evening. Those are the best kind.)
I got to give people directions and I also helped Evan count the cigarettes by adding on a calculator while he counted the individual packs. But if I'm going to tell a story, it should be about how a few friends of Colin's came in, looking for Colin. In other words, they needed booze. I volunteered to go with them to get some for myself with their money and give them the opportunity to steal back the Jamacian rum and their change. While they were driving me back to the gas station (all of 300 yards away, maybe), I asked where they were going, and they said they were looking for a house party in Paper Mill. I said that I'd probably walk over there myself, as soon as I told Evan where I was going (this was supposed to be a hint for them to take me along, but it would require them to wait 15 seconds at the pumps for me), and then they gave me the opportunity to do just that. I suppose it was defensive behaviour, for the only person I was really talking to was the girlfriend of the guy driving the car. Anyway, I stayed at the gas station with Evan and we went to Ben's after his shift. No girls, but I did get digital pictures! (Footnote: Joe actually made it to said party, but he said it was only a small gathering. Good parties in Bedford are extremely hard to come by, unless Joe himself is hosting the party.)
These last are from Sandy Lake, as the sun was setting.
