Nothing like a small town carnival to test the edges of ordered society. Freedom should be a subversive thing, at least a little bit. Having some fun with stills and clips from last weekend’s carnival. Yearly ritual for the month of May, this sugary indulgence of neon and noise. Didn’t get out at night this time because of a another shoot, so instead sharing a vid made in years past. Enjoy.
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.
I took these shots back in October, on a string of foggy, grim days. Bad film, expired and cranky. I only just now notice they all feature power lines and telephone cables. Leashes, or lifelines? Capillaries to keep us connected as we face down the grim month of November. All shot with a Mamiya 7 II camera and 50mm f/4.5 lens, on some old nameless film I bought for a song on Ebay.
Mostly film shots these days, many from a trip to the Northeast earlier this Fall. One of those great deadpan places, wealthy on paper with loads of new development underway, oil and gas industry, a kind of functional growth is good aesthetic, zero vacancy, but not a soul on the streets on a windy Sunday. Well, eight souls there were, that includes the two arresting a third while a fourth looks on. Later I hear the mayor of of one […]
Hello Canada. A deep existential question for you all: should Chainsaw Carving be considered Art? Don’t laugh. It’s a question that comes frequently to mind in a lot of the more rural towns and byways of the North. Particularly in Chetwynd, BC where the annual contest results in some pretty remarkable works, which adorn streets and stop traffic. They stopped me. Standing bears, monuments to pioneer culture… yes, scores of those. But also mermaids, samurai, an octopus… a 9-foot tall […]
Blob-like, insatiable and bland, the Box Stores morph out from the larger towns and cities along the highway. The aisles are great thoroughfares and if you arrive early you can listen in on the morning pep talks held on the floor in public, and before you know it you become part of the fold. Engulfed in that vast host. But they don’t carry 8-tracks. Now it’s there in curio shops, the general stores and surplus goods, at the doorsteps of […]
One. You’d steal some other kid’s bike and that would mean something, that would hurt because that was freedom and hey maybe you even earned that bike and paid for it yourself, or maybe there you got a crescent wrench to torque against pliers and and change a tire or even take it apart by bits and put it together again. Now the kids can’t be bothered to fish a bike out of the ditch. Two. And then the general […]
A man is crossing the street. Under one arm, a chainsaw. Under the other, a log bucked short, presumably with the chainsaw. This I notice, and sip my coffee, and it all means very little to me at the moment. In downtown Montreal, in Vancouver, this man would cause a stir. But not here. It’s a natural sort of thing. That morning, a house cat was chasing a deer, or embarrassing itself in the attempt. Fish fall from the sky, […]
Well you just try to find me one thing that’s not made by them Chinese! I’m eavesdropping on an awkward conversation between a visiting tourist – American by his accent, and a shopkeeper – whose rolling accent suggests Scottish roots. He’s reading labels and replacing objects and commenting rather bluntly on the origin of pretty much the whole shop’s inventory. Her reaction is half offended, half defending… because he’s right, even if he is rude about it. Which wouldn’t matter […]