Armed with Doogie my trusty Leica M-D, I meandered through the early waking moments on Vancouver’s Granville Street. It was that peculiar hour where the city inhales deeply before the daily bustle. The streets were stirring to life, yet still whispered the secrets of the night.
I walked, an anonymous shadow among these strangers that were far too busy getting to work on time to notice me, as the city stretched and yawned around me.
Workers trickled into the streets, a mosaic of purpose in their strides, while the closed storefronts dreamt of the day ahead. Doogie, and the Canon 50mm f/1.4 LTM, captured these unspoken stories of early risers and the silent promise of the day.
In the throes of the city’s waking hour, I found myself on Granville, amid a symphony of untamed stories. The Leica clicked, quiet but resolute, as if to say, ‘Let’s find the beauty in the overlooked, the narrative in the neglected, the art in the everyday.’
And so, before the world put on its mask for the day, I walked, watched, and captured. Granville Street, in its raw, unadulterated glory, was my muse, and I was there to document the unpolished beauty of Vancouver’s morning rituals.