I read somewhere recently that May is Street Photography month. I have no idea whether that is true and I normally have little or nothing to do with that genre of photography. However, it inspired me to take a walk with a camera, which was something I had not done in quite a while. It is funny how things present themselves to you — as if they knew you were coming. At first, I was […]
April 6, 2019: It was a dim afternoon ferry crossing to Salt Spring Island. The sky spat rain from time to time. The only sound came from the boat’s rattling engines. I was following the path of the sun as it came near the vent/exhaust stacks. The dark cloud was a bit of a surprise. It resembled wings hovering above the ocean. It was one of those moments in photography where things fall into place […]
Photography is known mostly for its ability to depict fine detail. Detail is the most exploited property of the medium (think photos from space and ever-increasing digital resolutions). However, it isn’t the only reason for the medium’s existence. Some early photographers valued the aesthetic experience of blurred or manipulated images. Of course, there are no absolutes in how things are depicted. Blurred images can explore interesting territories, such as memory and Jungian symbols. Freed from […]
In another life, these flowers scented the dining room. Now they are transformed by the passing of mere days. I planned these as specimens and photographed them over two days using a single bounced Elinchrom light to flatten them. Isolated on paper and by the white framing, and devoid of significant colour, they possess a certain beauty — a statement, perhaps, on the nature of time and transformation.
All good stories begin with a river. The river is life and also death. It is motion and passage as it flows by us. It can feed and it can poison. Sometimes in the story, there is a body in the water or close to it. I’m pretty sure this image, a combination of photography and drawing, has such a story within it. It just needs to be revealed.
The Hieronymus Bosch-like bottom of this composition was constructed from seaweed photographed at low tide on a grey morning in Esquimalt. I am always surprised at what awaits the camera lens. When it comes to the future, red seems to be the Pantone Dystopian Colour of the Year.
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.
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.
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.