Posts Tagged ‘Vancouver’

I never thought I’d see a resonance cascade, let alone create one! I am imagining the general theme for this entry will end up being things overlapping, like the occurrences presented and images themselves. When you’re shooting 2 cameras concurrently it creates a challenge to sort them back together, but since a couple of these rolls are rife with double exposures then perhaps the fair lady of the universe has sent a resonance upon my cortex.

Our new subway line in Vancouver has a system of television screens which appear will be used for advertising. The first time I rode the line I saw this unregistered software notification on the screen so I snapped thinking it wouldn’t last long. It was at least a couple weeks before they did something about it.

If you’re used to shooting on the street with a 35, this compositional catastrophe is what happens when you try and do it with a 50.

They were getting ready for Halloween already in September at Value Village.

When chasing a child around the store becomes exhausting, this is possibly your best option.

Until it is learned that ears could be very fun toys!

Who likes some kitty portraits? This feline’s name is Frida.

I still believe firmly that the best pet portraits are the ones where you can make them out like historical evil dictators. I couldn’t quite nail that mood here.

Dave.

Hanging out at the studio after working on some tracks.

And here to add some ancient history to this post are a few shots beginning with Kevin.

So this is what ends up happening when you fail to realize or remember that you’ve shot a few frames on this roll before and then pulled it back out of the camera. Oh, and not sure what Kevin is up to but we’ll get a closer look…

Wasn’t sure which framing worked best. The frames are completely off from being aligned.

Quite flattering. If I remember correctly, he had a couple drinks.

This frame helped me finally to date the exposures. It was 2 years ago last September that I was sitting at that table. I was waiting for my new landlord to meet me at the cafe to sign the lease for my new apartment. The same apartment I will leave in 2 weeks.

So this is what the kids are doing these days. They plug the iPod in to the sound system and then they don’t have to actually perform any music, they just get to sing in the microphone. It helps if the venue is almost empty.

This is Tom and he’s waiting to play next. A couple days ago I saw him running for the bus on Broadway. Tom, you run for buses like a fucking pro.

He’s not so bad with the sound machines either. The name of this group is Haunted Beard.

Now, this shot and some that follow point back towards the title of this blog, the thoughts which inspired it and the associated conflicts. If I wish to document, do I have boundaries? I have to admit I’m less and less a fan of those constructs which persist when they do so without imminent harm or danger. But again, harm and danger are too subjective for my confidence.

If you wanted to understand what’s resonating through him I encourage you to find out.

“It’s not what I imagined.”

My favourite for the surreal quality.

f/1.4 and 1/4th.

Here’s Noah. Seeing him that night was part of a long string of random coinciding encounters we had. Or maybe not so random!

I named this guy Disneyland. Creative, I know.

We wanted to give Scott a ride home but since we had 5 people to fit in the car, with his bike, it wasn’t meant to be.

Another night at Our Town. Noah again, in plaid. Actually, Disneyland is in that picture too haha!

The Collapsing Opposites.

The Head That Was Out Of Focus In The Last Frame.

Thee Ahs. Damn, I came across this looking them up. Big thumbs up around here.

Wasn’t allowed to type between those two.

Dave watching GI Joe PSAs.

Heading home just before sunrise.

Hi, me.

Carcassonne. These double exposures were again a mistake.

As an artist I have some profound statements to make.

See, I told you. I think this statement is something like: I know how far .7m is.

Another important statement: What a Bentley being towed for illegal parking in the handicap zone looks like.

Getting a cappuccino. These are on top of a jazz quartet if you didn’t figure out yet. And it gets weirder.

Like Jon sitting next to himself playing the trumpet while also blowing the trumpet in Rick’s ear back in the previous frame.

So something else that happened at the stag was one guy locking himself in the mens room at the restaurant for an hour. This was a case of what I’d call overenthusiastic pre-drinking. I was in the mens room with Norm, on the left, when he finally unlocked the stall. You can tell Norm isn’t quite sure about this situation.

So there’s Norm playing the drums, with Jon blowing his trumpet while Mike is exhaling his hit off the hookah on the porch behind Norm’s house.

Later in the morning, sitting with Norm before catching a bus back home, and… a pole on a bus.

Trying to look a bit proper the night of Jon’s wedding and another example of flash thievery at a party/show I went to in September.

Meant to do that one actually.

The view in the window of a restaurant with some party goers.

It was groovy to run in to Weston at that party. I had no idea he was into that scene.

This hallway we’re in was stocked with chalks for anyone inspired to create artworks.

Most times when individuals become aware of intended to be candid photograph attempts I’ll just stop because it becomes something I’m not interested in. But I guess sometimes it’s still a good idea to keep going.

Long story, short; this guy thought I couldn’t stop his eyes in a photograph in that light if he kept them moving constantly.

Some thing happening.

Hi, Noah! I am not sure how I received that look from her but I think it makes my temperature rise.

At this point I could click Save Draft and continue this entry later but I’ve reached the extent of what I currently have scanned.

Somebody I know got their long lusted iPhone this summer. My bookmark’s on the table. It is recognizable to the scholars among us.

I decided one morning that making photographs of the bees might be a good idea. You can’t really make them out here but I promise they are there.

Okay, that’s a personal favourite. Fuck the haters. You’re jealous and you want to be me.

Something is always missing from the standard flower photographs.

“Human beings must have had a lot of courage to colonize cold regions.” You can’t read it but if I printed it large enough you would. Or if you read that book. (which you should)

I guess I was someones passenger. QQ the SLR times. We do what we gotta do when the Leica quits us like a lady.

Such as, take photos of the ground. It’s the shoegaze of photography.

In August I met the father and the lady for lunch. Pretty without any attempt.

While we sat there, music was playing on the street not 20 yards away. Of course I was tempted hither with glass and acetate.

This band is called DRMHLLR. They left an impression, or I guess I would not have left the patio table to steal their souls.

Those digital adjustments were inspired by deviantart. Wee!!!!

There’s a special secret objective to this, you’re not allowed to know.

Hey, check out that ice cream truck. They wanted me to buy an ice cream REALLY bad. I said that’s way too much sugar. They said today is a great day for ice cream and sugar. I said fuck that shit, nigga!

She almost hit me in the head with the street hockey ball.

Maybe I lied, I think we’ll introduce the horse next time.

watch out for mogwai.

no feeding.’

Tonight it’s someones birthday. Mission: get drunk and see a good band.

Yes, it’s JAPANDROIDS entry 2.0. This time at the Rickshaw Theatre. If you don’t like Japandroids you have some boring scrolling to do. Sorry.

As you can tell I’m working on a project involving diversity in live music photography.

Enjoying coffee with Kev-bo and Tanya.

The following day I ran up behind them and HYPERFOCAL’D their asses. Once again demonstrating that I’m all about photography of great depth.

Here’s Kevin demonstrating how well he can focus on my shoulder/a bag of garbage. Come to think of it I’m a little disturbed that there is a bag of garbage on the counter. Here’s Randy demonstrating that he knows how to pose for spontaneous portraits.

We met with old friends that we don’t see so often.

I had a quick draw contest with Kevin in the kitchen. He’s holding a ‘retarded-bright’ EDC flashlight. 180 lumens for the nerds who care to know.

He asian’d the shit out of everyone in the house for the nerds who care to know.

Still dreaming about this show. The ticket’s on my desk next to me.

Guest guitarist on Talking In Figures. I didn’t know his name actually, but he did a beautiful thing.

Rock and roll. Over and out.

Maybe it’s not the typical time to be doing so but I did a lot of reading over the summer along with a lot of coffee drinking. Here is a summary of my cirriculum.

• Watchmen, by Alan Moore. Glad I read it but I felt let down for all the hype. On the other hand it lowered my expectations for the movie and ended up enjoying it unlike the fanatics.
• A Singular Man, by J. P. Donleavy. This guy is a virtuoso. I can’t wait to read more Donleavy.
• Beautiful Losers, by Leonard Cohen. Some great stories in here but something about this book felt dated to me, as if culture had moved on or at least I had. I bet it was amazing to read 30 or 40 years ago.
• The God Delusion, by Richard Dawkins. Not sure what to say about this but I think everyone should read it, especially you fence-sitting agnostics. As awkward as Dawkins comes across when speaking publicly, in print he has a charm which reminds us that he’s probably the most passionate and outspoken ultrageek we’ve ever known. (Note: It should go without saying that when we read books, especially books like this, we don’t read them to be told what to think, we read them to challenge and re-evaluate what we’ve thought and will think)
• The Runes of the Earth, by Stephen Donaldson. Book 7 in the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. It was terrible and yet I’m still attached to the series for some reason. I guess it’s just because Thomas Covenant fucking rules.
• What is the What? by Dave Eggers. The story of a Sudanese refugee and his coming of age. It is disturbing and also humbling.
• Platform, by Michel Houellebecq. If he’s not my favourite author he’s the author I most wish will write more books.
• Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy. One book where I feel insulting to think of using mere adjectives as description. There is a quote from this book I might talk about in a future entry as it relates to photography. Some of you may have already figured out what quote that’s going to be!

But of course I do actually have some photography to share.

Down the block from my apartment this was happening.

But that evening in Yaletown something involving a bit of drinking was also happening.

By the way, many of these wides are from my little plastic Nikon Series E 28mm f/2.8.

In most entries you’ll see them playing instruments, but this time you’ll see them chewing chicken.

We both laughed after that and I said “you know what I got, right” and he said “yes, I know what you got.”

The next thing to do was to take a little walk…

And to get back just in time to witness Jonathan extract a shot from somewhere between Tanner’s legs.

By now you might have guessed that this was Jonathan’s stag.

We continued to drink into the evening outside on the patio. f/1.4 at 1/6th. Later we went to see dancing girls and due to my camera I was refused at the door. When I eventually got inside I realized why, the girls performing at that venue bored me sober.

How to transition from the peelers to hanging out with my family gracefully? No idea really.

This photo is best without context…

Shifting gears a bit, aheh. And films, shooting 125px in the Leica and Tri-X in the F100. On the first weekend of August my mother was giving her new dragster some break-in runs at Mission Raceway.

Catching the launch.

That was the first time I really wanted to have a rapidwinder on my M.

Here’s the crew before heading down to the end of the track to guide the dragster back. That’s my grandfather on the right wondering why she didn’t hit 3rd gear on that run.

I followed him back to the trailer. My grandfather made a name for himself racing in the 60’s with a car that he built himself, the Syndicate Scuderia.

He brought the car to put on display and it was difficult to get a moment when it was not being crowded with digital cameras.

My sister was camped down near the end of the track, the only place you’d ever find some shade, but it was a long walk back and forth.

The shutter on my M drags at 1/1000 so I made one at 1/500 just to see what I could catch of a nitro funny car. That car ran 6.739s at 207.08 mph.

It had been forever since I’d seen my nephew that weekend. He loves the cars but the sun was intense, it was one of the hottest weekends of the year.

Then my mom sent us a text to let us know it was time to drive again.

When I caught up with her they were in the staging lanes. I’ve never seen my F100 overlap a frame like that before but it hasn’t happened again fortunately.

The one time I brought my F100 to the line to make use of continuous mode, she was placed in the opposite lane. Sad face.

This is almost comedic, especially if you haven’t tried to shoot something like this before. Anticipating a bit too quick, but it is a barrage of the senses, feels and sounds much more beautiful than it ever looks.

Looks like she bounced there.

And the crew setting off to meet her at the end again.

Mom wanted to run alongside him but their crew told us their car wasn’t running straight so they did seperate runs. He ran straight, but slower. Good thing for his ego I guess ;].

Lady spectating in difficult light. f/2.8 @ 1/4000.

Bringing the car back after the burnout.

Catching some air again.

Pulling back up to the trailer. She was running pretty consistently about 140mph that weekend, but I don’t remember the times. Right around 9 seconds I’m guessing.

Went to watch the funny cars from another angle. Even in the first half of the 1/4 mile you can’t stop them at 1/500.

I think my good man maybe needs some shades.

Getting some shade again with my sisters friends.

Finishing off the roll back in the city.

We had some lovely mini-taco things.