There are days when an experience transcends the everyday. When a train ride becomes perfect, and is stamped into your memory. Perhaps it’s the light. From rain clouds that do not drain the sun, but capture it and magnify it and scatter it until the whole world shines. Inside, [Continued]
Untitled.
Click image for a larger version
I’ve often said that use a CL because I love the camera, not because I love film. Time for the truth: [Continued]
September 29th, 2009
There
There are times when I walk down Yonge St. on a Friday or Saturday night and realize that I am not all there. Maybe it’s the oily shadows that threaten the edge of every neon light and the people that disappear, then reappear, and disappear again into them. Or maybe it’s the half-concealed faces and silhouettes that mill behind windows or the Doberman that lopes silent and unleashed from darkness to darkness. Whatever it is it does not matter, because this cannot be real.
[Continued]
August 11th, 2009
