It's like a dream.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
09-9-18
Perspective. It's interesting how different things can look depending on from where you're looking at them. There are ways that your brain can be hardwired to believe in things in a certain way and this belief system is essentially fixed. Faith based societies are often like that, the people raised to believe in something unconditionally and once that belief system has been so diligently ingrained in its people all other ways of life seem absurd. I would like to think I'm more open minded than that. Or better, I'd like to think I'm a critical thinker, not simply accepting rules and norms at face value but at the same time allowing my convictions to be informed by what's going on around me.
This image is about the bigger picture vs. the details and, well, as it all started, it's about perspective. Perched way up high like that in those cherry pickers as one is wont to imagine doing when looking at this picture your glance would be directed downwards and back at what lay below but the beautiful part of the scene is the scene itself, the big sky in the background that would be missed, the elegance of mechanical arms reaching out towards that sky like if you were in that basket you'd be that much closer to beauty. But that's not the case, the place to be is on the ground.
I had an apartment in Toronto that had a bay window with some pretty nice windows. A wonderful little table for two and two old, rescued from the garbage, wooden chairs. There were a couple of charming little plants and it all faced west so it caught the afternoon sun quite nicely. It was the nicest part of the apartment. I would lie on my couch and look at it for hours, I took photographs of it, I wrote descriptions of it, but I rarely sat there because when you were immersed in it you couldn't see it. You were stuck looking back at the rest of the mediocre apartment with its worn carpets, bad wallpaper, and dark, windowless corners. It was better to not be in the window and want it than to have it.
But only sometimes.
Because I think a lot of times we are distracted by the specifics and lose track of the spirit of what it is we're after. I mean, I'd rather look at a mountain than climb it while others would rather climb it than look at it. Neither is wrong, as long as neither is confused by what it is about the mountain they are attracted to or if they are even attracted to mountains at all. I've known where my mountain is for a while now. It makes me happy to think that one day, maybe even not that long from now, I might be able to look out on the horizon and see it there occupying a regular part of what defines my world.
That's enough for now. I haven't slept in 24 hours and even then it was only for a couple of hours. Goodnight.
09-9-17
I don't ever think about fall in Vancouver a whole lot but I guess the seasons do change. There isn't the brilliant colours in the trees like you get out east, at least I haven't noticed it, but the trees do lose their leaves even out here in Lotus land. It would appear the season has begun to change. Where did summer go?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
09-8-31
After fighting with Telus 3 times about what "timely installation" of internet services meant I've decided to go with a different service provider who can't hook up the hamster tubes to my house until the 21st of September. But I'm still taking photographs.
09-8-30
I work nights so I often ride my bike to work into the sunset and ride into the sunrise in the morning. It really is quite nice to feel the sun on your face twice a day. This image is East Hastings in the morning on my way home. (If you look closely in the link you can see the Washington Hotel where I work)
09-8-27
I left the house without a camera today. I felt naked. And I didn't get a photograph. My life has been consumed with a lot of distractions lately, mostly building a house and getting ready to move. It's getting in the way of a lot of important things, like I haven't seen my daughter in days. I'm hoping it's worth it in the end.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
09-8-24
It's one of those weeks (again) where sleep is rare and the work on the house I'm renovating is all consuming. But you've got to take the time to stop and smell the flowers, so they say.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
09-8-15
I worked with a girl named Janna Valee (sorry if I spelled that wrong) last night who introduced me to Yarn Bombing. In a matter of minutes she had whipped up a parking meter cozy and had it installed on a meter at Main and Hastings in Vancouver. There are so many subversive narratives and ironies associated with this that I can't even start to describe them. So I won't.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
09-8-12
Like a fart at a quiet moment at a formal dinner, one odd format photograph stands out uncomfortably. Despite a readily accepted format I find it uncomfortable, cumbersome, awkward. By itself it's alright but in context it's a white elephant. Oh well.
09-8-11
I changed my first choice of image to this one. The other image, well, I liked it more in so many ways but the colours were wrong, the contrast was wrong, and even though I pushed it into Photoshop 3 or 4 times it never reacted well with what I threw at it for modifications to colour, contrast, saturation. It's confusing how smaller point and shoot cameras fight with the colour blue so often when there's so much potential for it to be the potential backdrop of every photograph taken outdoors.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
09-8-2
With a million monkeys and a million typewriters you might get the complete works of Shakespeare. If you had two million monkeys would you get Shakespeare twice?
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