romanticizing my hometown through fujifilm superia 400

WELLAND, ONTARIO – my hometown and my most fierce enemy. a town devoid of pleasure or occurrences; my place of struggle.

i am not about to lie and say that my hometown is a great place, because it isn’t – there is nothing to do, everyone here is either on drugs or selling them, and the city itself reminds me of my adolescence, which, who in their right mind wants to be reminded of their 12 to 17 year old selves?

welland is currently the place in which my parents reside, making my visits to this shithole on the scale of every couple of weeks to prolonged visits during winter break and reading week. and while, sure, i’m most likely going to get some commenters saying welland isn’t so bad! welland isn’t ugly! welland has great citizens!’, i am going to state that, no, martha or karen or whoever, i don’t agree. sorry.

this wrath i’ve verbally lashed onto the city is one i’ve preached since moving here when i was twelve, and i’m probably always going to loathe welland, regardless of it’s merits or improvements. but i can at least try to romanticize the old, decrepit buildings and take pictures of the few good landscapes in the city to try and find some substance in the town that pushed me to the floor and then kicked me while i was down.


gear will be stated at the end of this post.

an apartment building that overlooks the canal. this building is one of the tallest in the city, which makes me laugh, considering 90% of the buildings in toronto are taller than this one. nonetheless, i like the aesthetic and the colouring i got from this shot.

the aforementioned canal and division street bridge.
the famous (or should i say, infamous?) rex hotel. to be fair, they have pretty good pizza.
though this shot does not do my statement justice, welland does have some pretty beautiful sunsets and sunrises. it’s rare for the sky to not turn pink at dusk or dawn in the city.
one of my favourite buildings in the city.
the now defunct leisure loft, a game board cafe, beside a long defunct cibc bank.
the field of the horribly named hooker street park, smattered yellow with buttercups and dandelions.

gear // minolta hi-matic s // minolta 38mm lens // fujifilm superia 400 35mm film





  1. Oh this post of your dear makes me want to share how my hometown looks like too. If I will rate your hometown it would be 7/10 compared to my hometown 2/10. Haha. My hometown is situated in a very remote area of Philippines. No phone signal (I mean I still need to climb on our rootop to get a 1 bar signal), no wifi, no taxi, no tricycles, no malls. Haha. But the worst part is, the very rough road. Huhu. Thanks for sharing! No I have the idea.


  2. Hometowns can be quite depressing. Some of your photos reflect that while others clearly show the beauty that residents try to instill in their lives. I, too, love those old brick buildings.

  3. Great pictures and such a lovely idea. We often overlook where we live don’t we so its lovely you took photos and spent time appreciating where you live.

  4. I love how honest you are about your hometown. It does look like the kind of place that I would enjoy more as a child. However you did capture some of it’s beauty in this. I would love to go to the board game cafe!

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