Thursday, 26 April 2012

During this windy, cold April it can be hard to remember the calm, hot days of summer.  We like to take our boat to Milton Island for swimming and fishing.  Here's a picture from the shore:

But while cool spring takes its time getting out of the way,  the damp greyness is perfect for pictures of the  611 Truck Stop where I teach truck driving.  The Tractor part of a Tractor-Trailer is designed to look good to drivers as well as being suited to its basic function.  Most drivers don't own their rigs, but companies need to attract them with desirable equipment.  The trailers are simply designed to their function, carrying the enormous quantities of consumables around the country.

This tanker is a "B-Train",  because of the 5th wheel on the first trailer:

For every tonne that arrives in trucks, another has to be carted away.  Here is a garbage hauler:

Monday, 23 April 2012

On the Woodbine Road there's a Utilities Kingston Depot, usually deserted.  It's well weathered, and quiet despite its proximity to Gardiner's Road and Highway 401.

I've long been fascinated by these extraordinary buildings that house road salt and grit.  There's no internal structure, just a huge wooden dome on a concrete ring.  They look as if they should be loaded from the top, but there's no opening at the apex.  This one is actually very large when you get close to it, and the internal space is gigantic.  Acoustically, it's surprisingly dead inside.

Sunday, 15 April 2012

At the corner of Victoria and Princess Streets.  The shopping cart caught the corner of my eye one day when I was driving past.

Nearby was a camper in a back yard.

Here is the building at the corner of Princess and Victoria:

Saturday, 7 April 2012

As spring gets a foothold it's sometimes hard to remember that everything was once covered with snow, even if that didn't happen very often around here last winter.  Yet there was at least one of those damp snowy evenings when the snowflakes filled the air and the city lights made the whole sky glow.

above: Montgomery Boulevard
below: Everitt Park

The lake didn't freeze this past winter.  I can remember driving with my Father out on the ice road they used to plow to Wolfe Island from the bottom of Lower Union Street.  The lake is very hard to take pictures of - there's at once nothing and everything to look at.

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

 Leopard Tank at Royal Military College

Machinery of all kinds has a sensual appeal.  Military machinery is one of the few kinds of machinery whose purpose is expressed directly through form.  It doesn't have to look cool, or fast, or cute.  It's just meant to kill someone, and every part of the machine works toward that purpose.

The surface of this Leopard is as cold, unyielding, and unresonant as stone.  There is no obvious entrance, no obvious place to look out of, no evidence of the warm soft bodies that work inside:

"In the tanks it was close, hot, and noisy, as if one sat in a boiler on which steamfitters hammered.  It smelled of oil, gasoline, and rubber, scorched insulating tape, asbestos and - should we come into the firing zone - of powder, which puffed out of the cartridges.  We felt concussions in the soft ground, then sharper and nearer impacts, the direct hits.  These were not the glory days of the cavalry... but hot machine work, obscure and without glory."
                        -The Glass Bees, by Ernst Juenger

 Military machines are a part of "public works".  Imagine one working on your street.

Tuesday, 3 April 2012