Perhaps mypost-Christmas-malaise will be jolted by the fact that I will be lecturing to the West End Community Darkroom Club about b+w infrared film at the end of this month.

I said yes before consulting my files. I have hundreds if not thousands of infrared photographs of women taken with this film (in several stages of almost wearing nothing) and not one, I repeat not one, of a man or boy. I am informing the higher authorities of this to see if I will still be welcome or considered to be a sexist fossil of a past age.

So I have been looking to see if I may find landscapes or photographs of gardens. I have found quite a few so that may just lessen the impact of all those infrared women.

While searching for stuff I found these, which I took somewhere by Alberni and Thurlow (or was it Gastown?). It seems I took my two daughters, Ale and Hilary, to listen to Maurice & the Cliches. In one of the pictures you will see four lovely blondes who were Cliches groupies. I knew and know three of them.

What I find amazing is my pre-cell phone selfie.