roadside attractions (aka: perspective)

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“There are always flowers for those that want to see them.”

—Henri Matisse. DSC03364DSC03365

“Some people see the glass half full, some see it half empty; I see a glass twice as big as it needs to be.”

—George Carlin DSC03366DSC03367“While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.”

–Dorothea Lange

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“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time…”

— Georgia O’Keeffe DSC03389DSC03390

“Reality simply consists of different points of view.”

Margaret Atwood DSC03392DSC03393“There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.”

—Conrad Hall DSC03394DSC03395“What we do see depends mainly on what we look for… In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, hunters the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.”

–John Lubbock DSC03396DSC03397

“If you look the right way you will see that the world is a garden.”

—Frances Hodgson Burnett

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“Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?”

Groucho Marx

today’s colour(s) are brought to you by…

 

… mostly by the patio and a few other spaces in and around Boston Pizza in Lindsay where I recently had a thin crust goat cheese Portobello mushroom jalapeno pepper with K, who had, among other things, Genoa salami and pineapple, regular crust.

Pineapple!

Despite the horror of tropical fruit abuse we’ve somehow managed to remain friends for more than three decades.

This one’s for you, K.

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Not enough yellow and black?

Here’s more.

And the colour index. Yes, there is an index.

this is not a review: ‘missing sarah’, by maggie de vries

 
In Missing Sarah,  Maggie de Vries recalls the life, disappearance and death of her sister Sarah de Vries, whose murder was confirmed when her DNA was eventually found on a psychopath’s farm in Port Coquitlam, B.C.

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Published in  2003, the book won the George Ryga Award for Social Awareness, the VanCity Book Prize, and was nominated for a Governor General’s Award.

I’ve wondered about Missing Sarah every time I’ve heard about another missing woman, but only recently read it… after chatting with a friend about books that need to be discussed more often.

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Sarah de Vries disappeared from a Vancouver street in 1998. She was a young mother, an artist, a keeper of journals, a poet. She was kind, loving and funny, honourable and dignified. She had gorgeous wild hair and a big smile and in the last house she lived, in the scruffiest part of town, where junkies often stayed, there was a small, thriving garden planted beside the front door.

This image has stayed with me, this need to nurture, this need for beauty.

“The tragedy is that she never seemed to be able to turn that love and caring toward herself or accept from others in a way that would allow her to change her life as she always wished she could.”

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She had two brothers, a sister, loving parents. A regular family. The family were white. Sarah was black. She’d been adopted as a toddler. She loved them deeply but on some level didn’t feel she fit in. When she discovered Vancouver’s downtown scene, something clicked for her. These were people who also didn’t fit in and together they made a different sort of family, dysfunctional and real as any other.

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In her journal Sarah writes about the idea of home… “… but it’s too late. You’re already on your way and you don’t want to hear the words “I told you so”.”
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Through letters, drawings, journal entries and conversations with people in Sarah’s life and the various relationships each had with her, Maggie de Vries comes to know her sister in a way she never managed while Sarah was alive.

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She feels guilt over this, and it breaks my heart. Because how could she have known her any better? When Sarah was alive, things were chaotic. Not only with the drama of Sarah’s life—the constant coming and going, the worry over her safety, her health, her children—but the way it played havoc with her parents, whose marriage eventually broke down, which in turn caused further stress on family dynamics and individuals.

It’s in the writing, from this distance, that de Vries begins to realize there was never an opportunity to ‘get to know each other’, that everyone was simply getting through things in their own way.

This is the way of families. We only think we know them.

We barely know ourselves.

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I was struck with the bravery of de Vries’ writing. How she said that it’s easy to believe that drugs are the problem rather than what’s going on at home.

“Kids are not only responding to tempting bait on the outside, they are driven by some deep discontent on the inside.”
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She adds that getting rid of the ‘bad people’ out there won’t solve the problem, that it’s not enough to arrest the creeps and murderers.

“More ‘bad people’ will appear in their place; and, as long as we do not solve our problems at home, our children will continue to leave.”

Now there’s a hard truth. It would have been so much easier to blame anyone else. But de Vries doesn’t play the sympathy card, or even the shock value card. She’s writing this book, she says, “…to make it real for myself, to gather all that has passed in the last four years and pin it to the page.”  In the process she shares her road to understanding as she realizes that to effect change, we have to look at what we’re doing in our homes before we point fingers to the problems in society.

It’s beautiful, honest and bare-naked writing.

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It’s about Sarah but it’s also about so many others, women, who found themselves working on the streets to survive.

They are individual stories and yet share a common bond.

Like life.

Your story, mine. Different and the same. The point, it seems, is to know this.
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It’s about being human.

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And it’s the kind of book you can read again and again and, like getting to know someone, you learn a new thing each time. And your eyes are opened and this world that you know nothing about suddenly becomes part of the world you live in, not the separate place you pictured. And you might be surprised to know the people in it bleed and laugh and love and *need* the way people do.

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It’s a book to read and discuss as long as there are women disappearing from streets and dying in hotel rooms after ‘rough sex’ and perpetrators of ‘rough sex’ are being allowed to live their lives as if nothing happened.

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Not everyone has a sister who will write books about them.

Sarah de Vries did.