the Downtown Eastside is never a Sunday stroll in the park, but on one such lovely Sunday afternoon when all was quiet and tame on the eastern front with the spring sunshine calming the few local sidewalk citizens, we biked the back lanes and deserted streets north of Powell Street to find the most time and weather worn remains still boldly holding up in their gloriously dilapidated state...
detail from the TAMURA HOUSE entrance on Powell Street...
dark and ancient wood striping this back lane structure...
fading graffiti high up behind the old foundry building at the corner of Powell and Jackson...
fabulously deteriorating back wall of the same foundry building...
the mysterious yet hopeful "BRENDA" garland decorating a broken wall of a demolished site...
traces of vines long expired and stripping off the side wall of an old house...
a study in celadon and burgundies on the back alley access of a warehouse...
an abstract painting in the making on the numbered wall of an empty parking lot...
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