Evidently, they do windows, too. Look at the shine on those things!

Now, is this skillful marketing, or what? I'm thinking the answer is "or what". I guess the store sells plants, but I'll bet they don't sell a lot of them.

At some point in time, lines seem to have been a big thing in architecture.

No hookers here. Just a stretch of East Hastings where there's nothing upscale, nothing down-scale, nothing much at all, really. Kind of "Nobody's Land". Barred doors and real comfy looking benches.

Soooooo, McCain won in South Carolina. Phew. Shows that there are at least some Republicans who aren't completely insane. Still, the fact that they're Republicans at all is some cause for worry.

And Hillary won in Nevada. I'm thinkin' you want Obama, folks. Don't get me wrong, Hills would be O.K., but she'll be pretty much status quo if she actually makes it to president. Obama might actually offer something new. And, with a little luck, that "new" thing might actually be better. It's worth a shot. Things pretty obviously can't get any worse.

Pretty good description for this particular part of town.

This might be stretching the concept of "regal" just a bit. Although, the pigeon seems to be giving it some thought.

Depressed, decrepit, abandoned, crumbling, impoverished.....but it sure is colourful, ain't it?

Hmmmm, seems we're on a bleak streak here, doesn't it? Imagine the streak the residents are on.

It's morons like this who ensure that people and places like this don't change. Unless, of course, there's big real estate money to be made.

Despite the "Blah" someone's expressed so artistically, today was a swell day. Spent much of it drifting around downtown, taking pictures, as usual. I'm getting a lot more comfortable wandering around down on East Hastings - not the most "upscale" neighbourhood. Met a nice woman there named Blue Stone Woman with Eagle Spirit. As you might guess, she's Indian (First Nations, to you, pal). Like I said, very nice. Fairly well damaged by alcohol and, I'm guessing, prostitution, and maybe some drugs, too, but very nice. Which, of course, is what most people forget. And, by the way, no, I didn't photograph her. If she'd asked me to, I would have, but, otherwise I figure she (and her pals, a couple of whom I also met briefly) have enough trouble without some rich dickhead sticking a fancy camera in their faces.