Up at seven bells on saturday am, before the night chokes. The ave is empty save a few dog walkers and morning joggers. Grab a coffee from the only shop that’s open down here. Take a walk on the side street that I have never walked down before. Hostel. Hair salon. Sad gutter full of leaves and pizza plates. Trees fingerey all falling. Distant car smoke on the busy perpendicular street a few blocks out. Getting the drop on the day, especially saturday, feels pretty sweet. Paper headlines inconsequential, all I need to know is in front of me. That deep blue sky fading into periwinkle moment by moment. Remaining birds testing their lungs scraping out a tune for me. Hits of caffeine raising awareness and prepping for the noon downslope. Last night’s headphone Bach session still rumbling around the old glove somewhere. Foot after foot, minute to minute the big blue gets bigger and my coffee gets colder. Pass a toque-and-gloves early riser and hellos are exchanged. Love the unexpected morning hellos. Always throws a smile on the face. Gray fall in E-Town, past the beauty leaf stage and before the white stuff. From now on it’s head down and ass up into winter. The grind begins.
Book of Blues
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?