I have a thing for old photos. Particularly those of family members. The thickness of the paper and the colour of the sepia toned silver halide crystals that were carefully developed in a darkroom long gone give me chills. I mentioned in a post last month about one photo in particular of my great uncle …
Early one day last week the doorbell rang. I opened it to find a Canada Post delivery person holding a brown corrugated cardboard package that contained the two books from our trip to England this past summer. I grabbed a knife, carefully slit the paper tape that sealed up my latest creative endeavors, and peeled …
In the parlor of my great aunt Nora’s house there was a glass curio cabinet. It held knick-knacks from her life, momentos of her past, and photographs from days that seemed impossibly long ago to me when I was all of 8 or 10 years old. On one of the shelves in that cabinet was …
I am not a fan of spiders. I have too many memories of big wolf spiders dropping from the ceiling of my childhood home or crawling out of the stack of wood I was carrying for the fire to allow that. I don’t mind them as long as they are outside and don’t build their …
Finding the time to get out and photograph can sometimes be hard. Getting out to meet up with other photographers can be even harder. It’s not that there isn’t an abundant amount of resources out there for meeting other photographers. There are clubs and on-line meet-up groups that organize events all the time. It is …
My nervousness of driving in the UK wasn’t completely due to the left side of the road thing. Having lived and driven in the England back in the ’90’s I knew that there was a good chance we would encounter some very narrow country roads. I distinctly remember an encounter with an oncoming car in the Lake district that …
The end of July found our family flying off for a two and a half week summer get-away to England. Family vacations always fill me with a bit of dread. It’s not the flying or traveling with the kids that gets to me. Although I was a bit nervous about driving on the left side …
At the very start of the autobiographical book/movie “Wild”, author Cheryl Strayed drops her pack on a rock, sits down and pulls her boot off. Placing her nemesis down on the rock beside her she peels back her sock to reveal a very sore, extremely blistered foot. While no where as bad as Ms. Strayed’s feet, nor looking as bad …
The trials and tribulations of capturing bees in flight. We like to garden. Plain and simple, we like to have a home surrounded by flowers. When we moved into our current digs I had to shovel away about a ton of river stone to make way for a planter under our front window that became home …
This weekend was just awesome. It was hot here on the West coast. Really hot! And it also happened to be the weekend that our new friends, Jim and Diana were getting married in a small service over-looking the beach in Sechelt, right at the heart of the Sunshine Coast. So the sun was guaranteed for …