Photo Journal: I’m Forgetful When It Rains

There is value in the argument that the Downtown Eastside is most at home in the rain. The cobble stones glisten, the sidewalk turns the darkest shade of grey, and the general area smells of must and rotting fruit. It’s very lovely and romantic when you’re among the street lamps and very grotesque and abrasive when you’re hiding in the alleys. Here is a photo journal chronicling a jaunt along the cobble, a saunter in the alley, and a hide away in the Army & Navy. People tend to leave interesting things behind for the sake of shelter from the weather.

-Maya-Roisin Slater

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