Urban Coyote TeeVee: February 2016

Monday, February 29, 2016

re: omg.

Hell-o lovers, friends, foe and fan-tastic people

so, final post of the ranch, the farm where i grew up on. it's over. it's dead. life sucks and then you move on. although i have some great memories and photos of it. haha. i hope you are well.

until next time lovers,

CB.

ps: i know, i'm terrible at landscape photography, le sigh.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

It's strange to think of the world i grew up and find context today. i don't really remember the blue car or red truck in the photos below when i was a kid. perhaps they've been moved. i remember the beige Ford 100 pickup, because i remember driving in it with my grandpa, or Spapza in my language. we'd drive it around the ranch, although i don't remember driving it to town, we used to drive a little yellow toyota truck to town, because it was cheaper on gas. and this was in the 1970's when gas was so cheap. haha.

i spent so many years going there, spring, summer and fall. the road was quite treacherous back then, winding along the mountain side a few hundred feet above the Thompson river as it meandered towards Spence's Bridge. it was always fun and scary, back then you needed a 4x4 or a high clearance van, and 3 of my aunties had one each, a blue one, green one and brown one, and they'd be full of us kids in the back laughing and screaming, catching up and telling stories. our family was so close, my aunt's were all in their late 20's at that time. my grand parents really kept our family together, they were respected for storytelling and cultural knowledge. when they passed away, first my spapza in 1982 from cancer, it shook our family to the core. i think i only went to the ranch a couple more years after that. my granny or yea-yeah, passed away in 2009, and it seemed like the last breath of family went with her. i hardly see anyone in my family anymore. i know we're all busy, but in the 1980's my aunt's and uncle's were able to contact each other and connect at the ranch without the internet, cell phones and other shackles we bind ourselves. they made time for each other.

anyway, i ramble on.

chris bose.

the cave where the little people live

that come out at night steal people away

to live with them forever.

re: the ranch i grew up on when i was a kid.....

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

here's some photos of the ranch i grew up on as a kid, we spent almost every summer there for close to ten years. no electricity. no plumbing. and lots of work to do. weeding the gardens, picking berries and cherries, changing and moving the irrigation pipes around, watching out for rattlesnakes, cutting hay, bailing hay and reading and listening to the radio at night. my cousins would come up to visit us and my grandparents and help out. it was fun and idyllic in many ways i suppose.

anyways, here's some photos of the treacherous drive to the ranch that show the rugged beauty and danger of where i grew up and learned a lot. it's drier now than it was when i was a kid. the environment has changed drastically, i mean look outside, there's no snow. it's february. it's insane. every year the fires are brutal and the southern interior is always bathed in smoke from forest fires. it's so hot and dry. water is drying up, the ranch isn't the same as it was either, the old farm house burned to the ground in the 1990's along with all the trees. and memories.

enjoy as there will be a lot of photos.

Chris Bose.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

re: funny graffiti......

Hello friends, foe, fans and lovers,

time for some laughs, i needed to laugh just now and stumbled across a folder of hilarious graffiti, or at least i thought it was anyway. haha. for a few years i took photos of bathroom graffiti, toronto having the most funny stuff along queen street, spadina and in kensington market. none of which appear in here, but funny nonetheless. i've got to find those photos. there's some funny bathroom graffiti in montreal too, but not as good toronto.

later skaters!

cb.

re: winter time is nearly over? what already?

Hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

it's been awhile, i think i'm writhing around, deep in mid-life crisis, too poor for a fancy sports car, i'd rather buy guitars and art supplies anyway, and spoil my kids. haha. but here are a selection of photos from travels near and far. this winter has been short, and i fear it's going to be scorchingly hot, full of fires in the southern interior and horrid insects like ticks. as usual thinking lots about life and the choices and directions i've taken while on this trip, some pretty good, some pretty bad, and still i stumble on like david choe once said, "artists are a bunch of depressed, manic, self-absorbed son's of bitching a-holes, but incredibly fun" and i guess i'm no different. haha.

have a look at the photos, some are artsy and some are fartsy, you decide which is witch!

until next time lovers,

Chris Bose III, esquire.