Point Hope Shipyards, Victoria, B.C. Three years I lived in Victoria, on two separate occasions. I never considered shipyards interesting back then (maybe I’ve lowered the bar of what piques my interest?). Or maybe time and other years have gotten me used to seeing more ships afloat. So that when I see one propped aloft it seems a bit absurd – all that below-the-waterline underbelly, nothing to do. The yard was empty this Friday afternoon, but I was able to snap a few shots […]
I’ve found myself swimming through old photos (Japan, here) in muted tones and monochromes. Closer to memory, curiously enough, because I can’t seem to recall the colours of those days. Something about greens, and blues, browns. And back-lit neon, coca-cola reds, and yellows, yellows like some fruit you can’t get at home. What do you lose when you drop the colour from your memories? What do you gain? A land of a thousand greys, is what someone told me about […]
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
small town rituals (a new thing) One. That basic act of communion with the extended back yard, out those tendrils of footpaths and trails and shortcuts and the scratches and nicks that go with them. Traces of all these nonesuch moments – yours and others’, settled in under this year’s brambles and moss. It gets under your skin and digs in and claws you back out there to snoop, stop, wander some more. Site fidelity.
All in all, a good weekend. Made soup, walked dogs, got inspired by looking through flickr and making galleries. Finally trying my hand at “cinemagraphs”, after months and months of having this one on the ‘to do’ list. I think this will change the way I see things through the lens – get myself more used to looking for details of movement and patterns. From a clip taken at last year’s Music Festival at Bella Coola.
No, it’s not a throwback to some half-realized project of Christo and Jean-Claude. It’s just justice getting a facelift. I’ve been noticing the courthouse for the past week or so – there’s something absurd and disturbing and just a bit entertaining about covering architecture in plastic. Not that our buildings aren’t riddled with all manner of synthetics already, from wiring to plumbing to carpets and vinyl galore. Even the base ingredients of cement and metal and wood have been so […]
The instinct to run has left you. The Gods took it out of you. Now when did that happen? A part of your DNA remembers, still. There was this time when that giddy adrenaline rush would conjure up from thin air. It was unstoppable, the insane thrill of flight. When mortality was the backdrop to your whole life, every instant. Your place in the scheme of things was clear, your design fit that purpose. Gravity and momentum – these were […]
There’s a cold coming on, methinks. Cold can be good. I’m overdue for a kick in the backside, probably. A cold comes on and it gets you back to basics. It’s that clouded, hacking stuffiness that hones your eyes for clarity. I’m not sure if it’s the cold that appeals to me, or maybe just the associations that it stirs up. Indifference, strangeness, wind, resilience, warmth, shelter. The cold is a minor scale and minor scales, like villains, are where […]
The guy next door… tinkers. He’s always out there. Bang bang bang. Boat motors, building somethin’ in the shed out back, smoking fish or game meat, or just beating up on the brush out back where the feral cats hide, hacking it back from the shed. It’s like a compulsion I guess. There’s a sort of wild look in his eyes, kind of… well, feral, actually. But mostly, that truck. It’s been… what, seven years now? Maybe it’s more than […]