I love photography but I really have no idea what I’m doing …and I kind of like it that way. Photography for me is a source of constant discovery and experimentation. Unlike writing, there is no real inner critic when I take pictures. I can enjoy the thrill of taking pictures without the pressure to produce anything which is why it is one of my favorite stress relievers. These photos are a result of condensation getting caught between my lens and the macro filter. I kind of wish I had left it there longer. These were taken on my balcony.
I took these a little while ago. There is something about train art that draws me so strongly. Is it my complete lack of context, as though the messages were from an entirely different time or culture peaking my curiosity and firing the imagination?
The trains like reluctant mailcarriers taking these strange letters thousands of kilometers for passers-by to puzzle over, And the inscrutability of these messages makes me feel voyeristic as though i had snuck into someones house and was furtively reading their personal correspondence with an old lover or friend.
I love the idea of self-portraits so I’ve started learning through trial and lots of error how to do this with my Cannon. I’ve especially had a lot of fun playing with the shutter speed.
From the time that I was very young I remember the collection of photo albums that I mom insisted on bringing with her through all of our many moves, across countries and continents. I’m surprised she managed to hang on to them despite my dad’s persistent (and largely successful) efforts to get rid of as much as possible no matter how precious it was to us. These albums were her treasures, records of our childhood, a way to hang on to us, reminders that it hadn’t all been bad that we had been happy too. From time to time, on the rare occasion of a family dinner we will pull these albums out and reminisce, laugh at hair cuts and clothes, tell stories about pets long dead, but it is the pictures of my parents before children that were always my favorites. There are a collection of maybe six pictures that sum up my perception of who my parents were when they met, my bohemian mother with the black hair parted down the middle, falling long and straight or braided, lost against her dark sweater; my handsome father full of youthful arrogance and rustic appeal, leaning against his army jeep in a battered felt hat, his mustache curling over his upper lip or up at the sides.
A few weeks ago I fished this album–the First Album–out of it’s place on my mom’s shelf. It’s battered but still in tact a predominantly blue, generic landscape makes up the cover, front and back. At the top of the cover in faded gold lettering the word “Photos”. No matter how many times I look at it the pictures are always new to me, full of the unknown, the unknowable but this time I am struck by how young my parents look, younger than I am now, their whole lives ahead of them, no choices made yet, no pain inflicted on each other. Hopeful.
So, it’s been raining…again! Sigh! It hasn’t been cold but the muggy heat is sort of annoying because I keep looking outside and overdressing based on what it looks like and then being too hot when I go outside. And you know that humidity that often precedes a rainstorm? It’s like there is this build up which comes to a head with a wild rainstorm and the rainstorm is a release of all the atmospheric pressure (get your mind outta the gutter!), well the rain we’ve been getting is a lot more like putting on a damp pair of pants that are still a little warm from the dryer. No release of pressure, no wild rainstorm, no change in humidity, just a half-hearted attempt to increase it. Nice! Oh, Vancouver, why do you tease us so? Who do you raise our hopes of warmth and sun with two or three beautiful days and then dash them back into the constant, sleep-walking drizzle and tepid rain?
I took these last year, before I had a blog but I really love these pictures. They were taken at a friend’s wedding a couple weeks before we got married and the memory is suffused with so much excitement and love and such anticipation. I’ll put more wedding pics on here later on but I thought these were appropriate because this is the kind of weather we’ve been having here in Deep Cove, BC. It is such a relief to finally see some unrelentingly sunny days!