The view from Pioneer Avenue of the CMHR, catching the afternoon sun.
Back to Winnipeg, but only for a couple of posts. After the epic northern Manitoba drive, I barely picked up the camera for the months of July and August. And then, it was back on the road for a couple of day trips through western Manitoba.
Some shots under or near the rail bridge that runs parallel to Main Street and around Shaw Park. My office just recently moved into the neighborhood (yes, I have a 9-5 day job), so expect more from shots from the area over the next while.
The Canadian Museum for Human Rights is a true object d’art—in terms of architecture, likely the best example in the city. However, the building is rarely photographed as a building within the context of the city. Typical photos of the building place it as a stand-alone object with little-to-no environmental context or as the oddly disproportionate foreground of Winnipeg’s skyline.
In these photos I’ve attempted to place the building within the context of the browns and beiges of Downtown’s South Portage neighborhood. When viewed from these angles, the enormous scale of the building is magnified, as is the outlandish (in a good way) design. It’s truly a building like no other in Winnipeg.
A bit all over the place today. First, a couple of shots from a lovey winter day at The Forks; Boyd Autobody (Pembina Highway); and a couple of previously unseen shots—Nutty Club (Westbrook Street) and Towne Cinema (Notre Dame Avenue).
Yup, more old ones from the archives—some previously unedited, and some reedited. From the top: A couple from the basement of the Downtown Bay before Zeller’s moved in (I’m sure the emptiness down there these days is even more…empty); Westminster Avenue in the heart of Wolseley, Vulcan Ironworks, along with some junked cars on the south side of the building; Fire Roses Flour/Ogilve Mills; St. Boniface Post Office; the alley just north of Princess and McDermot; and teepees at The Forks.
Back in early January I finally took my first look inside the CMHR. As expected, I was blown away by the interior, which is even more spectacular than the building’s exterior. There are few spaces in Winnipeg—perhaps even Canada—can can truly fill me with awe, and the CMHR is one of them.
The exhibits were another story. While still a work in progress, they felt a little light to me—a little too safe. Given the subjects they’re dealing with, the exhibits should leave the viewer as breathless as the building does. But for me, they lack the emotional wallop that they call for. Perhaps my opinion about this will change upon a second visit, when I can focus less on the building and more on the exhibits.
Okay, until I finally visit the CMHR for the first time (which will hopefully be soon), I am officially banning myself from taking photos of both the museum and Esplanade Riel.