Category: Photos

People and their things

Jess Marshall Ivan prefers paper Luke Closs

This weekend I’m attending Vancouver’s blogging conference, Northern Voice, and photographing the event on behalf of Foo Associates.

One of the projects I decided to work on during yesterday’s Moosecamp, was taking portraits of the attendees, photographing their equipment in a separate frame and then combining these two shots later into a diptych. The full set of the series so far can be found in the Foo Associates photo stream on Flickr. I’m hoping to do more of this today, depending on whether the conference schedule allows.

Reaching up and away

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Reaching up and away

I have trees on the brain lately. They have dominated my photographic subject matter since before Christmas when I first ventured out into the cold night air with a friend and my holga. I’m less interested now in shooting at night and long exposures, but trees continue to hold my fascination. I’m trying to develop it into a series, and possibly a show. I’m unsure of this focus though, and wonder if it’s an interesting enough subject to build a full scale artshow around…

One blink of an eye away

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Red chairs

We already have everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips that we lay on ourselves – the heavy-duty fearing that we’re bad and hoping that we’re good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and the addictions of all kinds – never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right here. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake.

~ Pema Chodron

The Red tree

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Red tree

I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.
~ Helen Keller

I’m off on a much needed christmas getaway in the BC interior over the holidays, and definitely can use the change of scene. I hope everyone has a wonderful, relaxing Christmas. Remember to be good to those you love, and especially to yourself.

Night lights

Night lights
“All is a miracle. The stupendous order of nature, the revolution of a hundred millions of worlds around a million of stars, the activity of light, the life of all animals, all are grand and perpetual miracles.”
-Francois Voltaire

Your imagination should heat up considerably

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Tiny floating jellies
From Free Will Astrology
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): I hope that one day you will learn how to give all the extraordinary love you have to offer. Another one of my greatest desires for you is that you will cultivate, earn, and seize all the freedom you need in order to become yourself completely. To my great pleasure, you’ve recently begun to tune in to the possibility that these two goals might be extremely fun for you. During the coming weeks their hold on your imagination should heat up considerably. In 2007, I hope they’ll become your modus operandi, your Weltanschauung, and your raison d’être.

A little night music

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A little night music

This morning I feel as if I could use a little extra sleep, even though I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night. Sometimes I think I feel more tired after going to bed early, than I do when I don’t get enough sleep. As long as I don’t yawn too much during my mid-day meeting, I think I should be okay.

I was looking through my flickr archive from a year ago and found the above photo. It was taken on a night outing with Vandigicammers at Jericho Beach.

Water

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Water
A few weeks ago I mentioned an article in Ascent Magazine on Finding Contentment in Everyday Life. It has now been partially published online, and I thought I would quote the first paragraph here. I love Eileen Delehanty Pearkes description of water as a metaphor of contentment.

I often dream of water. Water breaking up after a long hold in winter ice. Water rushing gently with me in a canoe, swaying across its current. Water pooling to rest, then tumbling downward again. Clear water. Weed-choked water. Burbling water. Deep blue, aquamarine, glacial-green, summer-brown, snow-melt white. Water takes many forms in my night wanderings. Always, the water is moving, changing and transporting itself, mirroring my own efforts toward self-realization. Always, and strangely enough, the water seems contented to be in whatever state it is. It moves with acceptance along a varied path.