While going through one of my frequent cleaning/purging binges, I came across a large and unwiedly set of keys to my maternal grandparents’ house in Ursus. I’m heading there in four short weeks and I’m curious if the keys still fit the locks…. because I’ll likely need them to sneak out.
the view from here July 21, 2010
Today’s idea for the One Shot Wednesdays series was thwarted by an unfortunate flare up of my lower back problem. With the only camera in reach, here is an SOOC view from my position on the couch. At least I have pretty flowers to look at and Mad Men to watch.
Slightly irrelevant EXIF data since I only tweaked the ISO to get a vaguely usable shot:
Exposure time: 1/25 sec.
ISO speed: ISO-640
Focal Length: 50mm
Exposure Program: Aperture Priority
still waters July 8, 2010
UPDATE: Prints of these images are now available in my shop.
For the past year, I’ve been consumed with long exposure photography and have been slowly building up my portfolio in that direction. I love that the images can be serene, powerful, or both.
Is it telling, interesting or merely coincidence that most of the photographers whose long exposure work I admire are male? The same could be said for nature photographers in general, when I pause to think about it. Why is it, ladies, that there are so few of us out in the middle of nowhere?
Here are a few more from Erieau last week, and below, a list of my favourite photographers with great long exposure work.
Favourites – a long list but I really couldn’t boil it down any further!
Cole Thompson | flickr | website | blog
Maria Stromvik | flickr
Jennifer Squires Ross | flickr | website | blog
Stéphane Dufief | flickr | website | blog
Antoine David | flickr | website
Chad Solomon | flickr | website
Brett Cohen | flickr | website
Joshua Cripps | flickr | website
Aaron Reed | flickr | website | blog
Joe Rainbow | flickr | website
Joel Tjintjelaar | flickr | website
Kevin Saint Grey | flickr
captain underbite July 6, 2010
I’ve been admiring the photography of Ilona Haus of Scruffy Dog Photography, based in Waterloo Region. Not only does reading her blog make me smile, but it’s made me revisit my own love of pet photography.
Here’s a little more of Tugger, who makes me laugh harder than any of my dogs. Just don’t tell the others!
Happy Canada Day, eh? July 1, 2010
I’m not going to get all political today. Instead, I’m going to sit on this quiet deck, enjoy my double double, and be thankful that my parents sold everything they owned, and left everyone they knew, so I could have a better life.
Happy 143rd Birthday, Canada!
ephiphanies in action June 30, 2010
After a less than stellar day, and an even worse commute home, I packed up my gear and put my driving as therapy/photography as meditation theories to the test. I had no particular destination when I got into the car, but decided quickly that hydrotherapy would be best and headed toward Erieau.
I realized as I hurtled (safely and lawfully at a speed never exceeding 105km/h) down the 401 that I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’d traversed the route between London and Windsor. In fact, the last time I’d been down that road was on that ill-fated trip last August. That day, the sky had also been completely at odds with my mood, with ominous gray clouds blanketing the sky like rolling waves and threatening to drown us with their heat and moisture.
Today was clear, bright, sunny and beautiful, and my mood was soon perfectly in sync. I arrived in Erieau at sunset to find a nearly deserted pier and beach, and set about my business. By the time I got home at midnight, my spirits were soaring.
More to come…
tim cook June 21, 2010
My city’s still breathing (but barely it’s true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, all sparkled with broken glass. I’m back with scars to show. Back with the streets I know. They never take me anywhere but here. Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand, these strangers whose faces I know. We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say ” I wanted it this way” and wait for the year to drown. Spring forward, fall back down. I’m trying not to wonder where you are. All this time lingers, undefined. Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving. Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me: some matches, a blanket, this pain in my chest, the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires, new words for old desires, and every birthday card I threw away. I wait in 4/4 time. Count yellow highway lines that you’re relying on to lead you home.
I thought Tim captured the feeling of the song so perfectly and I spent a happy afternoon perusing all of his drawings. I forgot to bookmark the site and only this week was I able to remember what magic keywords I had used when I first found it.
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