These are bits of Canada, which is a big place you can get tired of looking at. But then if you look a bit more closely you won’t fall asleep. All these images are of actually places. Light bounces around them and then gets chemically cooked onto film and then digi-zapped into pixels and webified to shine at your eyes, right now. Who needs TV? Crazy, eh?
Long time, no blog. No excuses, only good reasons. Life intervened, delivered up curious adventures and mishaps, misplaced wallets, road trip shenanigans, a dangerously full moon, happy campers, tired dogs, one tasty chicken burger and a bee sting. Much of this took place on route in the Cariboo and on the Chilcotin Plateau… now, if you count yourself among those who’ve reconnoitred this particular stretch of Canada, then you’ll be conjuring images of a lonely long road under a hot […]
Just received and scanned up a batch of film. A joyous occasion. Shots from this Fall, Northern British Columbia. Road trip, radio trivia will stick with me some years, grey days in there, running into November. Nothing too thrilling subject-wise, not in this batch. Many shot with a Mamiya 7 II film camera… master of deadpan in the photographic world. A disturbingly honest apparatus, the shutter a deathly quiet <tic>. Like a clock, ticking down. It is November after all. […]
The dead of Grassy Plains lie there and push up daffodils, the cemetery squared on all sides by fields tilled for more workaday plants. Back out the side road, Coyote looks up at you, and when you pull over and step out to snap a pic you can tell right away there’s something dead and ripe on the June air blowing over the grassy plains. That’s okay he’ll hide and wait for you to move on. Horses and loaders and […]
There’s this place, you stopped there once years ago and were served the most exquisite breakfast. A renovated character building, a manor. The interior, immaculate, you felt as though you should be in period dress. And now every time you pass this place on the highway, you think to yourself – ‘There – that’s a special place, not in any guidebook… let’s see if it’s open.’ But it isn’t, it hasn’t been for… what, years? There are pickups in the […]