March 15, 2017

In my own time

Ode to PJB; a portrait of myself at the tail end of Thirty. Photo by Jill Zach
I just gave myself a funny little haircut and the result of my wild hand going to town on the nape of my neck made me laugh aloud at 11:30 at night in my funny bathroom with the green sink. This is thirty. A nick in the neck, oh well.

I am one month from thirty one and in a good place with myself. When I reflect on the course of the fiscal year, I see strong family ties, nothing but love and laughter between my sweetheart and I, a warm home we feel comfortable to let our hair down in, a running vehicle that gets us to and fro, a vibrant community, a steady and life-giving job, food on the table and a darkroom in the basement. Rich life! It's not always easy, no. Sometimes I ask myself what the hell I am doing, doing what I'm doing. But then I remember to look at the big picture and after a while I ease back to that place of peace and trust in the fact that I'm just doing what I'm doing to get where I need to go. In my own time, as Karen Dalton would croon.

Opportunities to collaborate with different people have been springing up. I had my cards read by a dear friend a few months ago and one of the main messages was a strong push to volunteer more of my time and to put more into the community around me. I've been seeking new opportunities to explore this through photography. Last week Wednesday, on International Women's Day, I photographed a lovely fundraiser party for the Women's Health Clinic in Winnipeg. It was a good event to experiment with a new-to-me camera (Iain's trusty Canon AE-1 and my favorite film pushed a bit). People were open and warm. The light was right despite it being night time. It just wasn't the kind of event to blast people in the face with my flash. After processing the film, I was pleased with what I had observed and recorded on film. Good job. I was proud to deliver the goods on such a snappy turn around. Fingers crossed I'll see one or two crop up in the social section of the local rag. Film is alive and well in this casa. Negatives hang on the line to dry as I write.

The moon wanes and so do I.

Bed time for this old boot.

March 4, 2017

Through the eyes of the Lion

Leo was here.
Low eastern perspective of Wolseley near Ruby.
Brothers.
Bones for teeth by Coco's Frosting Shack.
Noam.
Effie.
Testing crab apples in autumn on Gus' back stoop.
Daddy Matt.
Walk Like an Egyptian lesson.
Gus.
Yard works.
The Artist himself, formally known as Leo The Lion.
For his fourth birthday, I gifted my friend Leo a Pentax K1000 and a purple magic wand. I am happy to report that the camera has survived and the lens cap is still present well into his fifth year. Those Pentax K1000s, good camera for a good soul. As for that sparkly purple wand, who knows.

Leo shot this display of photographs at the tail end of his fourth spin around the sun. Neighborhood looks. I was so surprised to recognize my own face in so many of the frames on the roll of 28. It is a good thing. I like what he sees in me. I especially love observing Leo take in the world around him. As long as I have known him, he has been watching. Alert, in tune and clever. Ready. This practice is one of his best traits. I hope to continue teaching him the art of analogue photography as long as he will grant me the company.

A camera is a tool, not a toy. Understood?
Got it. 
Happy Birthday.
Thanks.

We had this conversation over chocolate milkshakes at The Nook.

Love you my dear Leopard.

March 3, 2017

Chicklets and Doves

Rebecca and her sweet young Lula.
The littlest meatball in my arms, sweet young Vaughn. Photo thanks to IDP.
Aunty Kitty and Vaughn party at the Carman Legion.
Players play an ode to Carm and Vera at the Carman Legion.
Ode to Carm and Vera.
Uncle and young Atlas reading at the kitchen table.
My Valentine, Ronny Rouge.
A rare portrait of my chicklets captured on Valentines Day by Rouge.
My Guy Valentine, practicing on a mild day in February.
Breathing in some fresh air after spray painting my brains out. Photo thanks to IDP.
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Those flippen' doves are back. Constant cooing coming from the south peak. Time to bust out the Super Soaker loaded with boiling water and cayenne methinks. Their enthusiasm paired with the lingering light of day have me feeling hopeful. March is in! It was a goddamn doozy of a week. I rode home from the East Exchange fast and furiously and rolled into the camera store with a slight huff on. These photos that I picked up, placed here in consecutive order in which they were shot cheered me right up. When I look at that image of Iain and his mandolin I get all starry eyed. Mine all mine!

Kiev 60 / FP4 400