A few shots from the cafe across the street. You know the one. The one that knows you. They know what size cup you want but ask anyway because that’s the way it’s done. The one that lets you pay whenever if you forget your wallet. There may be restaurant at the end of the universe, but it’s the cafe at the middle of the week that gets you through.
The heightened awareness that comes with travel. You know, that alert and curious headspace, where everyday objects and sites cease to represent everyday things and instead they come alive. Colours, textures, sounds and odors weave among one another in perfect senseless beauty. Music. Cacophonous music. It’s small details, that’s what I remember most. God is in the details, it’s been said. Others contend that’s where you’ll find the Devil. Both are right. That expressions of grace and guilt should together […]
S L E U T H (/slo͞oTH/) A detective like person, capable of finding out (or stealing) useful information, often in under-handed ways. ………………………….. Photographers, I suspect, are something like that… looking for the angles, questioning suspects, searching for a plausible story to tie it all together. Or maybe it’s just my alter-ego. Gumshoe photography – now that gives me an idea… A big ‘ole casebook of photos from 2009-2012 or thereabouts, complete with suspects, motives, culprits… now all I […]
Long time no blog. Back from a trip to the big Ville, cameras clutched on every corner! Sigh. Tired feets to show for it, and little else I’m afraid. Uninspiring and underwhelmed was I. My aspirations toward crafty urban street photography amount to lame shots of pavement. Bicycle seats, diners, stuff in windows… (even trees, for Chrissakes!) And tired feets, two of those. So instead I turn to photoshop and gimmickry to amuse and distract. Then again, amuse and distract […]
Blockhead. No thoughtful drivel, no inane insights in today’s blog. Just 4 square pix. I’ve really fallen for the square format lately. I find there’s something subtle and deadpan and a bit funny about a square. Makes me think of Charlie Brown, blockhead. And Charlie Brown, in turn, makes me think of just getting through the vicissitudes of life day by day. It’s not about triumph with Charlie, it’s more about not really giving up and also not taking yourself […]
The Naikoon Park Motel never opened. Made up of a series of trailers, themselves transported from a logging camp that had closed down, they sit there and collect moss. There’s a peculiar quiet in the place, the linoleum tiles sag, a myriad domestic details, interrupted. Remnants of habitation. Logging camp trailers mean something for me. I held a job for one summer as a camp attendant, years ago. I’d clean the trailer rooms daily, straighten things up. Had my own […]