Enough snow. Enough winter. Enough sliding tires and hot collar motoring. Enough white frenzy and ditched vehicles. Enough cyclists braving the gray cold. Enough irate citizenry. Enough mass depression. Enough brown morning coffee lids tinkled with snow. Enough no sure footing. Enough broken wrists and damaged tailbones. Enough non-patio time. Enough smokers puffing in the dim light. Enough boneracks shivering outside the clubs. Enough snowshovels and snowblowers and sidewalk scrapers. Enough evening ice escapades. Enough reticent sun. Enough black watchcap studded white and soaked. Enough cleaning shoes upon arrival. Enough airport whiteouts. Enough $200.00 tows out of the valley. Enough drivers who don’t know how to drive in this weather and wreak havoc where ever they go. Enough SUVs passing at high speed. Enough skidding through intersections. Enough car lights across the high level. Enough April and her blue lips. Enough closed window sleeps. Enough weeping frisbees and sobbing inline skates. Enough cobweb lawnchairs and dusty beer hats. Enough snowy bottles of Crown discarded on the grass. Enough blue and black doeskin shirts and insulated boots. Enough coffee whitener on streetpoles. Enough snow paste and high blood pressure on the 30 minute commute. Enough vigilance. Enough sweeping and clearing. Enough hockeyless side streets. Enough clouds of breath. Enough war-torn mittens. Enough drooping leafless branches. Enough brown. Enough winter’s carcass. Enough dead in the mall.
Indistinct Image - May 2006
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?