Windows and Doors.

Shelving, Kitchens, Storage, Containers

Bicycles, etc.

Bicycles, desks, tires, other equipment.

Some kind of machine, perhaps?

This was at my house once, but that's not my house anymore. No further comment.

Public Grazing

Jesus 2000

Czesky Krumlov, 2000 & Paris, 2000

Paris 2000

Paris, 2000.

Star Trek or What?

Star | Trek | ?, a photo by Complication due to Wolf. Harmony. on Flickr.

When I was a kid I watched a lot of Star Trek. Recently I viewed some images online of galaxies and other deep space phenomena. I decided to try to make some images like that using photography and digital imaging technology. This is the result... or one of them at least. It looks to me like a blend between Hubble photos and a backdrop from an episode of the original series...

You can find a few more here: http://flic.kr/s/aHsjvXkx17

Light. Only.

Film & My Digital Remorse.

Nikon FG | Colour Print, a set on Flickr.

I have been spending a lot of time and effort within the Android photography environment over the past few months. Even before that I was focused on DSLR and even my blackberry... but the truth is, nothing will ever, ever replace print film in terms of it's ability to convey emotion from viewfinder to printed image.

I have loved film since I was a boy. Before I even learned how to hold a camera. Watching my father load up his Nikon FG (which is now mine), cupping the lens between his legs with the strap still around his neck. The ritual of advancing the film into the camera, winding it back snug and advancing until the S was showing on the dial. This is something almost religious. And like all of the other religious activities in my life, it has fallen by the wayside in my adulthood.

Somehow this one feels like more of a loss than any of the rest. I do love digital photography and I believe in the sometimes misguided advance of humanity into the future via technology... but I do hope god forgives me for using a mobile phone to create art and being a part of the decline and (probably) eventual extinction of print film from the world.

I totally censored myself!

Have I blogged this yet? Probably not. Can you believe a major photographic publication actually turned down the opportunity to publish this image? Ya, I can too... 

I still have no idea what this is saying. Someone somewhere must know. Find them and bring them to me!

Price of Perspective

Broken buildings are some of my favorite things. Decaying structures have a way of showing us construction techniques without even trying. They also represent the passage of time, the cycle of events and nature. They are bitter and they are sweet. They are toil and they are sweat, and pleasant moments. They are textures, contrasts, colours and shapes.



Perspective comes at a cost.

Potato Sack Patio Bucket

Potato Sack Patio Bucket, a photo by Complication due to Wolf. Harmony. on Flickr.

My daughter fills this bucket with gravel, then makes me carry it around behind her while she walks down the sidewalk picking up sticks. One of my favorite things to do on a cloudy afternoon in June.

I am working on this patio. It is much farther along now.

The potato sacks contain potatoes. Alive.

Dormant | Stagnant

2+ Months off. That's what I call bad blogging. According to experts, 1 post per week is the bare min for a successfully blog. Twice per week is better. Daily is best. This blog has been stagnant since the end of September. It is now mid-December. The "Holidays" are comin'. I should post more.

I have also been neglecting my flickr account... and my other blog has been dormant since the end of July. This one is easier so I focus on it more. Writing mini-essays about novels, comic books and TV shows takes a surprising amount of time. I will get back to it, I swear.

Zipper's up, but nobody's home.

 

I didn't know what to write about this for days after I put in the photograph's HTML. I cleaned these seats off a couple of years ago. They were someone's trash and they were very disgusting. I think there were 24 of them - went along with the table of which I beleive there were 6.

This seating area is behind a bug-netting-device. This device is not closed, so there are bugs inside. There is a candle on the table.

Gauze.
 

Beyond the Curvature of the Trail.

I just uploaded this to Flickr today, though I took the photograph about 10 years ago. Had these developed this July - after such a long time that I can't exactly remember when or where they were taken. I think this might be a walking trail in the north end of Waterloo, Ontario. Not sure.

What I want to highlight with this are two points:

1) Isn't it exciting to develop a role of film that you can't remember shooting? I don't know if anyone else is/was ever like this, but when I was younger and didn't have much cash, I would prefer to buy film than to have film developed... I've always been a very "instant gratification" sort of person, and I would assume that there would always be time to develop film later. Ironically, it seems I was right. I have about 5 left from that era and every few months I take a couple to the photo shop to have them developed. I figure I will get to all of them by the end of the year. Next up, a nice old Illford and a 36 exposure roll of Ektachrome.

2) Even better than greenery that just stands around looking chlorolly... Greenery that goes some place. I love taking photos of trails and paths. Always have. It's just so nice to imagine myself walking around that bend, not knowing where it will end up. This reminds me of a short story by Japanese surealist Kobo Abe called "Beyond the Curve." Dude is walking home from work one night and when he gets to a bend in the road, he completely forgets everything "beyond the curve." Good story... worth a read.

That is all.

Once Upon a Time I Lived.

Once upon a time I lived in this landscape. I loved this landscape. I love grasses, overgrown and wild. Lawns displease me. This is why I have a dislike for the game of golf. The game itself is entertaining and rather interesting, but golf courses upset me more than I can put into words. I always feel a little guilty when I mow my lawn.

On Blocks. Off Balance.

There are things I like about this photograph and things I don't. What ends up bothering me (which incidentally is exactly what bothers me - kind of a vague thing to say, I know but I will explain) is that the so-called experts would surely tell me that I have effed up my composition. I can just hear some gd windbag with a beer gut covered by a polo shirt and poorly fitting khakis letting me know, in as condescending a manner as humanly possible, "Well, I would have cropped that a little bit here, and here, and here. Your composition is a little off balance."

You see, this is why it bothers me. Because it bothers that guy and the fact that that guy and is crew's opinions matter, whether I like the composition myself or not.

Point is, i like this composition. It's a little off balance. It's unsettling. It's intended to be - and yet it unsettles me. Because I know someone somewhere will look at it on the internet and think. "That's off balance - I would have done it better."

Colours Against a Goddamn Wall.

This building no longer exists. The age of random quonset huts is at an end. All over the world they are being torn down and replaced with more "modern" facades. The new buildings are essentially the same - steel frames covered in flat or ridged steel paneling. The difference? Quonset huts are more interesting. Visually at least. That is, unless you prefer boxes.

These colours were once green.

My cat is still at large in the wilds of North Perth Township, Ontario.

Farewell Little Peeps. We Miss You.

Farewell Little Peeps. I missed you terribly the second you jumped out the window. I'm so sorry I scared you and made you run away. I will never forgive myself for that. Chaseroo is doing OK, but he misses you too. I think he thinks you're still coming back one day. Paul misses you also, but she isn't showing it.

Everytime I see a little black kittie on the street or in a field or in somebody's yard I think it might be you. I hope you weathered the rain OK on the weekend. Probably you are eating lots of mice and birds. I hope you are able to hook up with a group of barn cats. There is strength (and warmth) in numbers.

Again, I am so sorry I scared you. I hope you find us one day. Thanks for living with us at our house for all those years. Sorry we moved you around so much. If we'd just stayed put, you never would have gotten scared.

Peace out.