on Granville Island, that floating conglomeration of art, food and cement production, one can still walk into a dark and dingy industrial building [now converted into a parking lot] and find leftover traces of grit and grime from a past era in the shadows...
snowflakes of bird poo and feathers float onto a giant net above the bright shiny cars...
the complicated pattern of wood trusses and beams bearing the corrugated metal roof is calibrated and dignified by the leaf-green light...
a high bank of multi-paned windows stream in natural light and an underbelly view of the looming Granville Street bridge from above...
these weathered wood slats on the ceiling have not been freshened up, leaving the sketchy history in the worn patina...
and as I shoot this last image, a worker in uniform walked by and spontaneously informed me that this barn of a building used to house a chain-making factory...
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