The Overdose Prevention Society offers volunteer-based services and lifeguard stations out of Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside neighbourhood. From harm reduction supplies and Narcan training, to sterile injection sites and peer counselling, the OPS provides a safe environment for the city’s homeless and street entrenched.

“At the Vancouver Overdose Prevention Society, we see a lot of dogs come through our door. Sometimes the dogs need medical attention that costs money. So, this year we made a calendar to celebrate our furry heroes as a fundraiser to help them receive the care they need, as they give us so much love and compassion.”

Calendars can be purchased in-person at OPS (58 East Hastings St) from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. daily or by email: opsvank9@gmail.com.

Cost: $15.00 or $20.00 by mail.

All profits go to animals belonging to DTES residents and individuals using OPS services.

Piper Courtenay

Co-editor, Inside the Jar

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Forgotten rolls of 35mm film

It’s expensive. It’s impractical. It makes everything photographed on it look like it took place in the 1970s. So why bother with film?

A few years ago I planned a solo road trip to Haida Gwaii. I drove up in my admittedly unequipped Toyota Echo (thankfully the weather cooperated on my 16-hour drive) and spent the days around my spring birthday staying with a friend in the village of Skidegate.

I took four cameras: two digital SLRs, an instant camera, and a Canon AE-1, circa 1976. It had been my dad’s, and was the first camera I’d ever used. I’d shot hundreds of rolls of black-and-white film with it in high school but for several years it had joined the other vintage cameras I’d collected on a shelf in my bedroom. I figured a trip which I intended to photograph heavily required a little bit of variety, so I dusted it off and shelled out $50 for five rolls of Fujicolor Pro 400H 35mm film for the first time since I’d studied photography in college.