Sad But Glad

The usual happy smiling face got sad this morning.

As I approached my trusty steed, rain and all – I wasn’t prepared for where my eyes would land.

She wasn't all in tact. 
Missing was her stem and seat.

“I loved that seat!” rolled through my mind instantaneously.

Me and that seat, we’ve gone a lot of places together. Through country roads. Busy highways. Urban centres. Sidewalks. Bike lanes. Over bridges, sometimes boulevards. Into all kinds of weather.
In Toronto, Vancouver and Victoria.

Carrying my son when he was a babe. Commuting.  
We’d spent many an hour together. Even training for BC Bike Race (road).

You see, me and my Rocky Mountain Fusion, well, we’ve been partners a long time. 
Two decades in fact.

Thankfully there were two Kryptonite locks keeping her safe. One for the front wheel, and the other the back.

I rode what I could to school this morning. Locked her up as usual. She’ll have to stay parked till I can make it to a bike store for the stem and seat replacement.

For the rest of the day I was twanged with sad but then I felt the glad.

At least I still have my two wheels. 

The stem and seat were stolen at Stamps Landing outside Monks in False Creek.

Old Versus New

Vancouver's Hudson Bay and Scotia Bank buildings.

Young versus old. Same difference.

In an era dawdled with design I tend to enjoy the observation of the dynamic contrasts. Evident in places like Vancouver, Victoria and Toronto.

Those are those that I know. Which I have seen.

It’s the architecture of who we are today. Looking at the buildings of design especially.

Makes we wonder though, what has driven us to evolve as we have. Like the stacking of bricks. One on top of another.
Over time, our eyes of vision change. We begin to manipulate alternative genres to lay our focus.
Tomorrow will be different to today.

Yet we often hear, history repeats itself.

I enjoyed the following quote out my school textbook, Meggs’ History of Graphic Design by Phillip B. Meggs and Alston W. Purvis.

“The design of history is the history of design,” by Ivan Chermayeff.

The catapult of human expression?

Old versus new. 

Take your pick.