I needed a pan to cook rice in and decided I’d try this variety store on Davies Street, I was pleasantly surprised when I was met greeted by these two smiling faces at the front door. I couldn’t resist asking if I may snap a photo with their Canadian flag.

I met “Trippy” along the sea wall on day as he cooked eggs and bacon in a fry pan over a small wood fire. The story goes Trippy was with the cirque du soleil as a trapeze artist when he took a bad spill and started doing drugs in order to get the courage to get back up on the trapeze. He’s now been living in Stanley Park for seven years.  I would see Trippy every other day and we would hang out on a street corner or a parking lot and shoot the breeze, after a couple weeks of this I would look forward to seeing him and our chats.

Ryan has been living on the streets of Vancouver of two years now and suffers from by polar.

Lost and forgotten – Evidence of a past camp hangs in the forest.

A not so pretty side of the homeless problem. I found this garage pile in the heart of Stanley Park.

Of all of the cities I visited across Canada this year, Vancouver most definitely had an impressive amount of glass. Everywhere you looked stood 35 storey glass monstrosities.

The glass cleaning business must be a booming business in this city of glass.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, depending who you stop and ask along Vancouver’s Sea Wall, but the tankers dotting the horizon are either looked upon by as adding to the view or cluttering up and taking away from Vancouver splendor. For me personal I’d rather see an unobstructed view of the mountains and waterway, however I am also aware these tankers are indicative of global economic activity, which means jobs and happy faces alone the sea wall.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
John Muir

After travelling from Red Deer to Newfoundland and back over to British Columbia my travels to gather the 2010 portraits of Canadians for the mosaic flag is now complete. Life on the road has been such an amazing experience, I now know so much about Canada and its people. After 27,000 kms, 13 months, two parking tickets, one set of tires, a small fender bender (on day one, while backing out of the driveway to leave on the trip I smashed into the neighbours Grande Am causing $3200 in damage, OMG!) I am officially wiped out and need to rest my body, brain and to get out of the van.

I thank each and every one of you who has shared  your face and yourself with this project.

What amazes me with each and every portrait I take is the trust everyone places in me, it makes me believe there is still trust and goodness left in the world. Each and everyone has revealing their soul to the camera, a total stranger and the world.