When we drove up to Canada last year, we didn’t stop to linger at the border; with nothing special planned for the long weekend beyond some R&R in Bellingham, I jumped on the opportunity to come up here after connecting over a film swap with @night_bydesign. I took about 20 frames here with @christine.bingham.art, and finished the rest in Bellingham.
Bellingham is where I did my half of my first (and last) swap with @____liturgy__ for #AdventWord a while back, so it felt like a full circle moment too.
Don’t ask me what it all means though.
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This is truly a liminal space that doesn’t make sense to the modern, hyper-securitized mind, but this was how borders were, at one point: a porous suggestion. While we were there, a Sikh family was having a picnic in the Canadian side of the park without a single BC ranger in sight, while a guy on our side was getting yelled at for wandering around too much.
“Did you park in Canada? Are you a U.S. citizen? So, you parked in Canada and walked into the U.S.?”
Do not ask for whom the gates close; they close for thee.
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This is our second time at this motel, but this time, it gets the hotel photoshoot treatment. Without really planning it, we’ve made Bellingham our Black Friday ritual. We like to get out here to do very little, and it’s always this time of year. 10/10 would do again.
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