Etta James

Katherine tells me that someone once said, "All art aspires to music." If that is true, I know I aspire to the kind of feeling Etta James regularly attained. She passed away the other day.

Iona Grass

I didn't get the early morning light but the sun was low enough long enough that I managed to have a glorious morning wandering my favorite place and, once again, finding something I thought worthwhile.

Happy New Year

May all good things be in store for 2012.

Telephone Pole With Clouds

This is a recent scan of a photo I took a few years ago in Richmond. My earliest photos were often of telephone poles and clouds, but on the prairies.

The PNE

Many years ago, before I went digital, my son Mike played soccer and I usually took him to his games. One year, in early spring, he played a game on historic Empire field. This was after the football stadium had been taken down. Empire field is located beside the PNE grounds where Vancouver's annual late summer carnival takes place. While I was waiting for the game to start I took my camera up to the PNE grounds and, to my happy surprise, there was an open gate. I wandered around the abandoned carnival grounds and finished the roll of black and white that was in the camera. It was kind of magical. I had no idea then what I would do with them, if anything, in the future. I have just finished scanning the negatives and here are a few. I tinted some but left B&W versions of them as well.

Autumn Forest

The tree-line, like the shore-line, is an invitation ... or maybe a dare.

Cy Harrod 1920 - 2011

"And the days fall

finite as leaves from a tree

each curling into itself

like a body

around a pain"

From "In This Room: II"