So. In the ferry behind us, there’s this couple with backpacks and they’re looking a bit bewildered and bedraggled, like how couples with backpacks do that look so well. How do you describe the thrumming shudder of ferryboat movement? Like some lumbering water mammal. Hm, shippopotamus? And so we dig in. November can make for a somewhat dull palette in the Northwest. The month of hunkering down. Everything starts to blend together after a while. The formula is simple. Wake, forage, rest. Repeat. […]
My blog postings are few and far between these days but perhaps I just needed some imagery to soak a while, like a winter stew. The months of February and March can be a bit suspect where I live. Time seems to slow down even as you remark the changes from dawn to dawn, inching longer by minutes every day. Lately I’ve been out haunting the Skeena River, awakening now with the usual squeals and grunts and cries. Above it all, there’s this […]
A flashback to summer camping in Northwest BC and the Yukon. Inspiring region, nice views, do bring a map. Stick around long enough, and the place imposes a certain humility on you. A taste for the abandoned, all ye who enter. And a penchant to instil a little pick-yourself-up-by-your-bootstrap-ness. Do it yourself. Yes, those are trees “planted” upside down. This is a thing in Atlin, BC.
Looking back through my stash of photos, I came across this batch of film shots from a trip to Morocco in 2011.The name of the place, I don’t recall. Not sure I ever knew, really. I used to pay attention to those labels, the where of things. But mostly now I just remember the time of day, a nip in the air that morning, the scent of the trees, and the rhythm of that morning stroll. All shot with a Mamiya 7 […]
Five days of black and white shooting and I’m not finding it as hard as I used – me being a colour junkie most of the time. I suppose that might have to do with the month of November in the Northwest – not a generous month in the way of light and colours, but abundant in grim and grit. All shot with an Asahi Takumar 35mm f/3.5 on a Canon 5D II
When I was a kid my class went camping. At one point we were split into two groups and led out along two separate roads, running parallel to one another and maybe a mile apart. Then we were divided into pairs, given a compass and a lesson on how to use it, then sent off to find other pairs of kids who, we were told, were headed in our direction from the other road. This was called “orienteering” and apparently […]
Waldeinsamkeit (German): the feeling of being alone in the woods. I spend a fair bit of time ‘alone in the woods’ (well, with canine company but that’s different). So what’s that feel like? I’m not sure,I usually don’t stop to think about it. There’s something there I keep trying to glimpse or feel, I suppose, but I don’t have words for it. Then again I don’t speak German, so I guess it’s okay.