Halifax Red


My earliest memories of coming to visit my grandmother in the city are framed in with bright red paint.  My grandmother's home was trimmed in fire engine red and the back yard was enclosed with a metal fence spray painted scarlet.  There are also some very old pieces of furniture that have long since been glossed over with paint.  For me it symbolizes the ultimate effort in making the old new.  It is bold and undeniable and it can vanquish even the most cracked, rotting thing and take your mind off the surface underneath.

Yesterday, as I strolled around this old-by-North-American-standards-downtown for the first time in ages, I was struck by this very red building.  Temporarily not in service, but holding out for something new.

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