The sun is sliding gently into the breasts of mother West. The sky is not yet pink, but a bright yellow is washing the day away from the coddled masses. Two men walk while pushing a stroller. One is tall and bespectacled, the other white and thin. They stroll with a confident air, a calm surety. I cannot see the infant, but I can hear its gargling mingled with the gentle shoosh of the still clinging leaves. Cars pass by and the sound of their tires on pavement is a comfort and somehow the sound frames these two men with child. The sun dips a little further down and the pinks begin to hatch and multiply. The colors spread out and die as fast as they arrive. The two men are almost out of sight now, the kid’s gurgle no longer audible. The wind picks up a little. The trees sway and block the streetlights. It is a night for shirtsleeves. It is a night for noticing. It is a good night for living.
StreetRag is an urban weblog and podcast about the city of Edmonton, which is located in the province of Alberta, Canada. It is authored by Edmonton-based writer, web advocate, and poet Michael Gravel and is updated frequently with written urban vignettes, amateurish photographs, deuteronomous audio material, barely coherent musings and rambling ecumenical treatises. StreetRag is a love letter to a lonely prairie burg struggling with its big city ambitions and small-town feel.
The city is Edmonton. It's a subject, not a passion. E-Town is almost universally derided by outsiders as an unlivable tundra wasteland populated by oil-hungry redneck conservatives who despise the arts. All of that is true. But it's not the whole story. There is beauty here. Dusty snowfalls. Brilliant summers. A stunning river valley. A diverse arts community that flourishes. It's a place that inspires a gray relationship - not all good, not all shitty. For that reason alone it is lovable, for what is life but a grayscale?