The place where you live is full of faces. Sometime I like to wonder around the city I live in and take photos of the people I run across. This is sometimes called street photography but for me on this day it’s Walking Around Faces.
Sunday is one of those random days my wife and I set aside for walk around an area. Mostly its a day to go for a drive and look for a convenient place to turn around and head home. Cambridge is one of those communities that used to be known as the small towns of, Hespler, Preston, Galt and Cambridge and is now known collectively as Cambridge due to amalgamation many years ago. However if you look carefully at Cambridge you can still see the uniqueness of each small community as well as their history.
In the town where I live is a small treasure. A place that harkens back to the time of coffee houses where you could listen to folk music and look at art made by local artists. The Station House Café sits beside the main rail line that runs through town and is part of the Railway Station complex. Sometimes the rattle and roar of trains interrupts the music or the poetry readings much to the frustration and or laughter of everyone. Mostly the trains add something to the feeling and the ambiance of the cafe, that feeling you get as the music or poetry carries you away to a distant place just as a train does. The Station House Café is old fashioned and has a feeling of being somewhat out of time. But when the music plays and the poet stands before the mic there is a magic.
My wife and I spent most of the day driving around back roads just south of where we live. We came across a new brewery but didn’t take any photos of that which will mean a trip back. The day started out rather interesting an early start with us getting stuck in a ditch full of water which involved me pushing and her backing the car out. We did it but I ended up standing in ice water over my boots. However this is a result of the day.