It begins...

I. Don’t. Know. Where. Time. Goes.

We scrambled to get decorations up this weekend, most of it on Saturday...with Christmas music blaring out of every speaker in the house of course.

On Sunday we helped Jacob on his volunteer work, going door to door for the Gignolée—a tradition here during the Holidays, gathering food for the less fortunate. I was the designated driver. More Christmas music playing in the car. Yes, it’s kitsch but I’ve always loved that stuff.

And so it begins.


Shot with the X-T3 and XF 35mm f/2 R WR


Vancouver, when the sun did shine.

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On the day of the gallery talk the sun came out. I had sushi for lunch with Billy and Take, then we headed out to Granville Island for a quick stroll before the show. There’s gorgeous light in this city, as though it’s always bouncing or reflecting off something, somewhere. Maybe it’s the water. It’s the sort of thing you notice when you’re away...

The toning in these images is of course deliberate: the red began as a visual device for the KAGE post Rubicon, but it felt like the right direction overall. Consider these further explorations on a theme I guess. FYI: I used a layer in Capture Pro 11 to control the effect. I’m really on a quest for different ways to tone and process, and C1 is such a deep program when it comes to colour. I’m likely to overdo it while I experiment but then...ya need to break them eggs right?

All processed from Eterna JPEG files btw.
Later.


Shot with the X-T3 and XF 35mn f2 R WR


I have no voice

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This morning I woke up, looked at the news and something strange happened: I suddenly felt completely empty. If you’ve followed this blog long enough you probably know how I feel about the current situation in the US. I’ve been consumed by dismay and a deepening sense of horror ever since the very first MAGA rallies. But as terrifying as these were in 2015-2016, the case could be made at that point for Clinton fatigue, for resentment towards a broken system and a willingness to gamble on Trump almost as a form of nihilistic resistance. It made no sense to me, personally, but I could still understand the undercurrents fuelling this reaction. I don’t anymore. That is, not unless I accept a reality too hard to bear—that humanity is incurious and willing to accept demagogues if they feed their egos and dangle fake shiny baubles. That we are unkind. That we haven’t learned a single thing from history.

On the eve of a watershed election in which I have no voice, I should be up in arms, devouring polls, biting my fingernails. And yet, nothing. I’ve turned off the screens. I’m looking away—I’ve seen and heard enough, I guess.

I published a short essay entitled RUBICON on KAGE today. Images shot in Vancouver last week, words I wrote over the last couple of days, in anticipation of tomorrow’s vote.

Here’s to hope.

Abstracts from a seat at Pearson, while waiting.

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Shot with the X-T3 and XF 35mm f/2 R WR


October

Jacob is fifteen.

The sun hides
& my heart skips & scatters,
every few beat lost to another rhythm;
sanguine, melancholic.
October speaks in muted words
of impending twilights
smothering.

October invades and overwhelms
in silence
—anaesthetic.


Shot with the X-T3 and XF 35mm f/1.4 R