Morning On Iona

Same location as Iona Nimbostratus but different time and facing a different direction.

Iona Nimbostratus

Another shot from my favorite location.

Noble Riffraff

Tulips

I get attached to the flowers that end up in our home and can't help trying to immortalize them in photographs. I feel it is an act of gratitude. A ceremony of sorts.

Iona Cloud

I have started scanning my old negatives. I am forced to look at a lot of bad photos. Once in a while I managed to catch something that hinted at the sense of poetry I saw in the world and wanted to share. This was from one of my first rolls of film that I shot with my beat-up, but cherished, second-hand Yashica. It was on one of my first trips to Iona beach to take pictures.

Storm In Kits

I was caught in a short but heavy shower, that included hailstones, today. It's surprising how many people will smile and laugh as they pass you on the street during these events; as if we are sharing a wonderful joke.

Robyn Cumming & Greg Girard

I am recuperating from a bug and it gave me a few moments to go through old files. Here are three B&W's I pulled out.

I've been watching a program on the Knowledge Network called, Aperture: Snapshot - The Art Of Photography. I am including links to two of the recently featured Canadian photographers. I love the way an artist's creative personality develops and blossoms in their medium. I also enjoy the fact that I can appreciate different styles (different from mine; different from each other) without needing to justify my tastes. I am of that age. Here is Robyn Cumming and Greg Girard. Girard's work really appeals to me, both aesthetically and as social documentary, but I am also given a shot of energy from Cumming's photos. She uses people from her life as models and uses her apartment as a studio. Her personality is on display in her photos.