I don't remember when I shot this, but I remember where; outside a shop that sells all manner of electrical stuff, wire, wire cutters, light bulbs, stuff to fix stoves and ovens. It's a bits-and-bobs-lover's heaven.
When we were kids, our step dad travelled around Alberta and BC a lot, fixing things - GPS landing systems, I think - at small airports and landing strips. He always had a case full of electrical stuff, solder, and soldering irons. I remember rifling through that kit as we drove along, unsecured in the back of some old station wagon, singing Take Me Back to Albuquerque, from the Partridge Family show, until we made ourselves cry. Those were such simple days.
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