Category: Local

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This is a picture I did not take of a middle-aged man at a BBQ joint, working his way through a monstrous platter of ribs, whilst sipping white wine and watching UFC on his iPhone.

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This is a picture I did not take of an elderly man walking a tiny white dog, and a young woman pushing a stroller and walking a tiny black dog, both of them straining to prevent their dogs — who clearly thought they were very large and fierce, indeed — from meeting.

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This is a picture I did not take of a young man, looking barely old enough to shave, walking toward me on the sidewalk, gingerly carrying a cellophane-wrapped bouquet of roses and a small green bag, looking supremely pleased within himself, on this blustery February 12th, for already having won Valentine’s Day.

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This is a picture I did not take of driving down Albert Street at dusk, through drizzle and thickening fog, watching the seemingly endless arrivals of the local murder of crows coming in to roost in the black, skeletal branches of the big maple trees along the street.

A perfect night for murder mystery. πŸ™‚

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This is a picture I did not take of an elderly man walking down King Street, leaning into the wind and huddling out of the drizzle in vain under a tiny, red, children’s ladybug-shaped umbrella.

Go Outside

Cross-posted from the Communitech blog.

Waterloo Region is a small town in a lot of ways. Even smaller when you work in tech. I’ve argued over whether the average number of degrees of separation among people is two or three, which ain’t nowhere near six.

In some areas, the sphere shrinks even more when you’re in a sub-space of tech, like startups, as I was. However, the Region is still small enough that even our sub-groups are generally still all part of β€œtech”. Enterprise, startups, developers, marketers, mainframe or mobile β€” we all hang out.

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This is a picture I did not take of a middle-aged woman in a burgundy convertible Miata, driving down King St. in Waterloo on a warm evening, with a wood and wire cage containing several chickens balanced behind the seats.

Occasionally it’s spring…

We’ve had an awfully wet May. Apparently no one received the May flowers memo. Ahh well. Spring is here, though. I finally got myself out for a bit of a walkabout β€” camera in hand, even β€” and hit the park.

The buns are mostly for Sherry, since pictures don’t aggravate allergies. My favourite is the wet grass.

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This is a picture I did not take of an abandoned shopping cart beside Waterloo Town Square, empty but for a small Ziplock bag containing a folded pair of pink satin panties.

And nary a Japanese businessman in sight. πŸ™‚