Since the 1940's, Vancouver's ubiquitous H-frame power poles have been a gritty downtown fixture. Banged up by garbage an delivery trucks, blackened by the soot of coal furnaces long gone and towered over by skyscrapers they were never meant to service, they stand strong and proud, and interconnected. Soon the poles and their elevated transformers and hundreds of kilometers of power lines will be a thing of the past.
Over the next few years, Vancouver will lose close to 400 of the frames and install services underground. Only a handful will be left standing in Chinatown and Gastown to preserve the ambiance for back alley movie shoots. I try to capture their personality before they are gone forever.