Rolling waters create a sublime instance of the emerging shadow of the subconscious. Does the light struggle out of the darkness or is it being consumed by it? It is impossible to tell, which is only right because this turbulence is a dance that spans most of our lives. Much of photography wrestles with the idea of symbols that emerge from the subconscious and require our attention.
My main motivation in writing this blog is to explain photography to myself and, hopefully, to others of a similar persuasion. Much of contemporary landscape photography concerns itself with grand vistas and spectacular locations, but I prefer the landscape of small things — that is, the landscape of whatever is close at hand, often within walking distance of where I live. Granted, I live on Vancouver Island where there is no shortage of subject matter […]
Devoid of leaves and frosted with snow, oak trees reveal their gnarled branches.
It is a thin light that shines here in January through partly overcast skies.
It’s an odd name for an odd piece. While the geography may be fictitious, the constructs of heaven and hell provide both a framework and an interpretation for existence inside the bookend events of life and death. Heaven may not be all it is cracked up to be. It is not exactly the Magic Kingdom. It is more concerned with order and surveillance than eternal tranquillity. The creatures in the upper left corner stare back. […]
Human shapes move like ghosts through the sands at Willows Beach in Victoria’s Oak Bay. The day is overcast, grey, cold but the sea is quiet. I modified my Nikon with a homemade pinhole attachment that is much less accurate, and therefore much more appealing than the commercial attachment. Pinhole photography values mood and suggestion much higher than detail. It is an equally valid role for photography.
This is winter on Vancouver Island. We have not seen any snow but there has been lots of mist and fog that creates spectacular lighting when the sun illuminates it selectively. The forests here are green and dark and lighting is highly selective during different parts of the day. Sometimes, as in the photograph above, the light creeps in quietly. At other times, as in the photograph below, it commands attention.
I composed this image from various bits and pieces gathered in the vicinity of the Ottawa River in the wake of the death of my sister. Death has a way of draining a person leaving them, at least for a time, a shadow of themselves.
Photographs of Swan Lake in Saanich in the late afternoon. Light plays on the smooth water surface. Slow shutter.
The search for meaning is one of the driving forces in photography. We believe the picture we are making will explain things to us in such a way that we have an improved understanding of ourselves, our place in the order of things. Pictures of what might be called the grand scheme of things (you will know them by the setting sun) show how small we are. Getting closer to a subject shows detail that […]
This is an older piece but it is one of the projects that still lurks in my subconscious. It has to do with perception and trying to imagine what creatures other than humans might think about the world. I don’t think it is entirely successful because the images seem a bit disjointed to me visually. It was experimental work. It might be interesting to revisit the theme/project at some point. The text reads: Somewhere in […]
There are winters on the West Coast that pass without any snow, so when it does come it is seen as special. The world becomes quieter. Cities unprepared for snow slow down to a crawl. The world seems to be a happier, more contemplative place. I grew up in Newfoundland and snow like that in the photograph above was referred to as January snow — large snowflakes that drift to earth in the absence of […]