Wedding

 

 

Ghost

Sunset. Ossington just above Queen West. Last day of winter.

Walker

Early afternoon, downtown, the winter is beginning to end. I am walking with my new Fuji X-E2, lean on a lamp post and pause, waiting for this couple to cross the lights and into my shot. I have no clue what their relationship is like but I think this woman has always probably been strong and a guiding force. I think about vulnerability and the instinct for survival and compassion. I think how this ageing man and woman are almost of another world, on the outskirts of  everything.

Crossing

Dawn breaking. On the ferry deck, travelling to Ward’s Island. A bitter, relentless February. The ferry slows, breaks up the ice pack, manoeuvres across the frozen lake.

After the Show

A late night cast party, early August, my backyard. The possibilities are endless when young, vibrant actors want to play dress up. It helps to have a large mirror on hand, twinkly lights, plus a bright light source to help create extra drama. We had some Caravaggio moments.

Liminal Spaces 2

DOVEY

Late afternoon, March, visiting a friend’s temporary residence. Her landlady’s pet morning dove, Dovey, coos shyly at me. Today, I received this message from another friend: “As I listen to birds singing … I pray, the universal soul, please sing or practice something through me ….” – Rumi

Handicaps

ONE EYE, Woodbine Racetrack, Toronto

“The term handicap derives from hand-in-cap, a popular 17th-century lottery game, where players placed their bets in a cap.” – Wikipedia

Early morning, mid-April, Woodbine Racetrack. About a year ago, One Eye’s infected left eye couldn’t be saved and she lost it. She still trains on the track everyday. She’s well loved and a very talented thoroughbred. The hope is that she will race again.

 

Liminal Spaces

Grenadier Pond, High Park, Toronto

First week of  April 2014, Grenadier Pond, High Park. We forget how quickly spring advances, once it’s mind is made up. Before that though, the waiting, the not knowing when we can move on, and to what, can be torturous.

High Noon

 

FOSSIL #1, Trinity Bellwoods Park, Toronto

FOSSIL #2, Trinity Bellwoods Park, Toronto

Very early spring 2013, high noon, Trinity Bellwoods Park. I was out with my retriever Atticus when I noticed the sharp shadows of the still bare trees ringing the Dog Bowl. I started taking photos of the skeletal images. Back in my office I looked at the photos and was disappointed at their flatness, their blandness. What had I originally seen and felt in the park? What was missing? I initially played with the contrast in the photos and then I started down what seemed an excessive path, manipulating, reflecting and refracting the images… Until I had something resembling x-rays.  I noticed other elements too, hidden in the landscape, suddenly revealing themselves. FOSSIL #2 is a symmetrical reflection of one image. FOSSIL #1 is another x-ray of the trees with multiple reflections and overlays.

Saving the Rest of Us

A Thursday night, at Bloor and Roxton, outside of Saving Gigi. It’s a tight space so I like to shoot outside and take advantage of the reflective storefront glass. Oddly enough, I can get closer to the performers this way too. I eventually go back inside. Jarl is on piano, and everyone is super relaxed and having fun, ready for another song.

Lucky me. This is my neighbourhood.

Jarl Anderson & Friends, Saving Gigi