When I arrived in Halifax, I was very interested in the appearance of the old pipes found on the exterior of old residences. I was raised in Ontario, where oil heating is almost non-existent, and so, as an uninitiated observer, I often looked upon those old pipes and found it remarkable that they were always paired. Sometimes it appeared that they shared a common history or relationship, and perhaps at times that relationship went askew. The form of the pipes themselves was the representation of their endurance: rusted, bent towards, one straight and tall, one stumpy and crooked. A pair often would be intercepted by another, newer pipe, or perhaps a cord, or drainpipe; the combinations and permutations are as variable and interesting as our own lives and relationships.
January 3, 2014