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Seismic Lines — Matthew TruemanSeismic Lines — Matthew Trueman

17 Grand Ave.

2015–⁠2019⁠. Four years. One place. 🏠

Home is what we make of the people, experiences, environments, and things we invite to be close to us. Treat your living space like a museum, and you’ll live in a museum. Create a welcoming space for neighbours, and your neighbours will come. Live in your space, and you will live.

While there are certain elements that I’ll never miss from my time spent at 17 Grand Ave, when I look back to this place I called my first home I can’t help but to think about the various moments out of which memories formed.


June 1, 2019 #ldnont Works Photo Essays

Rochester, New York

Home of the Garbage Plate. 🍝

Mid-sized American cities are not what they once were. Or, at least that is what we are led to believe. If you take the time to visit, engage with, and immerse yourself with the culture of what were once the lifeblood of the American dream you will find that these cities still have lots going for them. These places are taking on new identities of what a mid-sized city should be.

A weekend wasted away in Rochester, New York provides a wholly worthwhile and rewarding experience. Whether you are a group of guys just looking to explore, and to find craft beer and spirits along the way; or a family that is seeking out elements of play and good wholesome food—this city, the birthplace of Kodak, Western Union, and French’s, and still home to the Garbage Plate, is a sleeper city—one that offers any visitor more than initially meets the eye.


April 29, 2014 Works Photo Essays


Empty urban spaces. 🥛


November 6, 2012 [this city] Works Photo Essays

Big City Lights

In the summer, in the city. 🌃

Spend any amount of time in a city, at night, and you will soon uncover its true essence. The beat of the city’s heart, its neglected people and places, the things that truly matter and everything that has, or can be forgotten.

Big city lights.

The scenes we pass by during our daily travels, coming to and from work, are the things we never give attention to but that deserve more of it. Often, the only time we have the head space, perspective, or time to appreciate these intimate spaces is after all of the offices have closed; after the sun has gone down, and the city is left to be everything it is and nothing that others claim it to be.


November 4, 2012 #ldnont Works Photo Essays

London Culture Tour: Dive Bar Edition

A group of regionalists walk into a bar. 🍻

What constitutes a dive bar these days is open to individual interpretation. Once a derogatory term for a drinking establishment that only the seediest of individuals would frequent, the term is now worn as a badge of honour and has led way to a renaissance of these unique cultural spaces.

Having never spent much time in these drinking establishments, the unknowns of local dive bars has always held a certain appeal to me. Wanting to better understand these anchors of local economics and establishments from which community can form, I proposed the idea to some fellow localists to spend a day touring a selection of these places.


October 17, 2012 #ldnont Works Photo Essays

Parking (Ottawa, Ontario)

Free car storage. 🅿️

As the nation’s capital and a personal favourite place to visit; Ottawa, Ontario provides an interesting study into how we allocate and use space in urban environments.

In the dense core where our political representatives work and the head of state resides, much of the available land is dedicated to the housing and use of single occupancy vehicles. This is not unlike most urban centres across North America.

What’s interesting is that for the majority of the day, and certainly throughout the evening, these spaces are inanimate representations of what we may value most about the places we inhabit. Although it is not a secret why so much space is devoted to vehicles and not to other, more communal uses, taking a moment to seriously consider how society has chosen to use our limited space brings up many questions about how we may define place versus space.

The following photographic study asks for greater consideration to be given to how we use and allocate the space in our cities.

July 10, 2012 works photo essays

Hamilton Road

Places called home. 🏘️

From a young age, I have found myself making trips to the Hamilton Road Neighbourhood on a regular basis. From having fish and chips at Bob’s—now gone; getting my hair cut—from the same person, age 2 to 25; to eating some old fashioned Italian food from Duffy’s Cove—also gone. I have some memorable moments etched in my mind from this stretch of road and its surrounding community.

Now, as life has become busier, I do not find myself returning to this area as much as I once did. When I do venture back to this part of town, one which provided me so much as I was growing up, I often make the trip by foot. Walking to Hamilton Road from my home provides an opportunity to experience this part of my broader community in a new light. As I walk my pace of life slows and my eyes open to what place can mean in the context of the everyday elements which surround us.


November 30, 2010 #ldnont Works Photo Essays

Paris, France

A summer in the city of love. 🇫🇷

In 2005 I was fortunate to spend a summer in the City of Love—Paris, France. Without any agenda other than to simply live, I did not know what I would do with the free time I was afforded, or what I could expect to experience while there.

With no knowledge of the French language, I interacted with the city and its inhabitants on a level I had not previously experience in any other locale. I found myself exploring the beauty of this historic place on a daily basis through the acts of walking, watching, and listening. As the days unfolded I began to fall in love with the nature of what can transform a collection of urban spaces into a place. The people, the spaces, and the interactions amongst and between these elements shaped Paris into a vibrant urban wonderland in front of my eyes and under my feet.

Although it was impossible for me to know it at the time, a chance run-in with a stranger, the relationship I built over a few short hours, and the mark that experience left both in my mind and in my heart; this was the genesis for my love and appreciation of cities, community, and place.


July 31, 2005 Works Photo Essays