Thursday, June 29, 2006

I fell in love with you the first time I looked into them there eyes

I admit it is not a good photo from any point of view except I remember when I took it. Walking with a friend. A really nice walk. An encounter with two moose who preferred to stand on the path and have us step off and walk around. No bad intentions on their part. They were there first. Their ancestors were there before any people set foot here.

They were making a statement of land-claim.

It was a nice walk and a reminder that we are temporary residents.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Locked Away

This is not very insightful but here is my problem. I like to look through older shots to use here but I depend upon my memory as to whether I have used the image already. Of course I could look through past posts but that seems so calculating. I would rather just use an image and hope that it doesn't put you (my favourite viewer) completely off.

My memories sometimes have a lock. Encrypted files which I just cannot access.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Idle Free Zone

No slackers on this basketball court.
I like the shadow. At first I was not sure about the sign in the shadow but I think it adds.

Sunday, June 25, 2006


I like the fact that there are a couple of missing insulators. Kind of gives those remaining more strength.

And another thing, you just don't see a lot of glass insulation anymore. The world is plastic.

The eyes . . . the smile

Just look at that sweet face. A gentle, happy, intelligent girl; she is part of the future of our planet.

It is so difficult to imagine people hating someone just because they have a different social heritage. Different skin colour.

She is a lovely Japanese girl whom I have had the pleasure of knowing.

I recently watched a World War Two documentary which used Japanese film footage and readings from Japanese diaries. 16 year old girls conscripted to serve as nurses were brutally killed. Killed by the enemy and by their own countrymen to save them from falling into the hands of the foreign barbarians.

What a world we have created.

Friday, June 23, 2006

You have to wonder . . .

People do jobs (firemen for example) knowing that there is an excllent chance that they will die on the job or suffer disaterous side-effects from performing that job. It is basically a thankless job that nobody notices until there is a personal interaction. Cops are writing speeding tickets when they should be solving crime. Or the ambulance took forever to arrive. Firemen sit around doing nothing all day and only work when there is a fire. Crap like that gets said all the time.

Why do people say those things?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Interesting Word

Rhubarb. It is a very interesting word. I checked the etymology but I find the sound more interesting. The little variations in tone that I can make. The playful way the "h" can be artly toyed with in private.

I like the way the sound rolls off the tongue.

It can also taste damned fine on the tongue.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Some days. . .

Some days you just need a little colour. For me, today is one of those days. Not much, mind you, just a little splash to remind me that life is good.

And it really is.

Monday, June 19, 2006

I, for one, have no idea.

Could someone please explain this to me? I'm sorry but I seem to be missing something.

Did I say that I have only 6099 hours until retirement? Just a footnote to my life.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

What fools we mortals be

  • Satellite Dish
  • Large R.V.
  • Lovely lawn furniture
  • Spacious home
  • Large driveway
Probably a:
  • Barbecue hidden somewhere
  • Home security sustem (pitbull and a gun)
  • Large back garden with room for a pony
  • Servants quarters in the back

Saturday, June 17, 2006


Is this what happens in old age? Forgotten by those who once depended upon you? Weathered and hidden away? Offering quiet support to those growing around you?

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Beautiful People Are not Always in the Latest Fashions

I do like to walk "downtown" where some of the denizens lack the latest fashions. They have little in the way of material goods but they often have a smile and a kind word.

Occasionally the are scary but are they really scary or is there something inside myslf that makes them scary? Is it just my fear that one of them is lurking within myself? Could I handle being in those circumstances?

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


I like the pattern and the colour. The light fixture merely give the wall a reason to exist.

I guess it is like having a friend. There is no reason to exist without a friend.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006


I was wondering, when I shot this picture some time ago, about a battle of DJs. Is it to the death? What is a lazer? Who eats the subs?

And most important of all, why has Prince George gone 10 years without?

Monday, June 12, 2006

Zero Calories

No calories. I thought it was funny but now - I am at a loss for words.

Sunday, June 11, 2006


Tell me the truth, if you were (or are) a person of a large frame would you visit this doctor? As you approached the door, would you furtively look about to see if there is anyone watching? Use their back door? Wear a paper bag?

I know I wouldn't be caught walking into the Short Middle-aged Dork Clinic.

Fashion Riot

I was looking at this sign thinking "If only someone would step onto the runway and strut." Now of course I was thinking female but I guess you can't be choosy.

Hey, maybe I should have done a self-portrait. Nude?

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Buick Eight

There always seems to be that a glimmer of brilliant colour and even beauty in the midst of rust and degradation.

Thursday, June 08, 2006


This chair back belongs to a chair (I am so clever to figure that out). The chair sits discarded in a field. Well, not exactly discarded. When I shot this it was evident that the chair was recently used. In a field. Near an uninhabitable piece of trash that was once a little house trailer. it looked to be a place of enjoyment for some indigent people.
The chair looked to be a tacky (my opinion) '60s kitchen chair that someone liked enough at one to time to purchase.
It now sits. Alone. Decrepit. A shallow reminder of what it once was.
I am still talking about the chair and not about myself.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

I Got the Blues

Funny that a Blues Club could be so colourful and happy looking in that Neopolitan Ice Cream building. Just doesn't seem right some how.
That's all Ihave to say about that.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Funnel Cloud

The winds were strong. The emotions on that day were equal. I remember the day very clearly: going to visit a friend at Tabor Lake and just feeling damned good. Felling good about the world in general.
I have some good friends. More than I feel I deserve. Some I see often. Some I haven't seen for decades. I saw a friend whose son is ill and I feel both saddened and fortunate. Is that bad?
How does all this relate to the cloud? I don't really know.
I just know that it reminded me of friendship.

Monday, June 05, 2006

A Field of Green

This is enough to make a guy jealous. A sweet kid that age with no troubles except how far can I run before mom makes me come back. Of course it will only be a few years before the world comes crashing in with relationships and bills. Disease and disappointment.
It would be nice to regain the empty field for a few minutes.
Is it too late?

Sunday, June 04, 2006


That is how I feel. Special. A special wreck. Old. Delapidated. Paint peeling. Grey.
How do you change all that? Go for a paint job? Knock the dents out? A little bondo, maybe?
Maybe it is just time for the scrapheap.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

PG Fight Club

I shot the PG Fight Club Picture right after shooting the picture below. It seemed a appropriate symbol of downtown Prince George.

Two guys slugging it out in the street. I shot a couple of pictures then it was too much for me. The fought off the street onto a sidewalk. For a long time. A crowd waiting for the police to arrive because no-one was going to come between these guys.
It really got serious when the booze in theleft hand of the guy on the left broke. I really don't know how it stayed intact for so long.

Friday, June 02, 2006

!U&& You All !!!!

Isn't the world a wonderful place of free expression. I guess I am showing my age by stating that when I was a young 'un it was nearly a hanging offense to express yourself in what was thought to be a vulgar manner.
Of course this individual has a sensitively positioned hair to act as a filter to prevent heart attacks among the blue haired crowd.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Hair by Hair

"Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair.
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen.

Hair is interesting stuff. Keeps us warm. It grows naturally but is used as a decoration much as a hedge or shrub can be. It is trimmed (or not), coloured (or not), and groomed (or not). It can be a source of pride or a source of embarrassment.

What is my point? No point. Just thinking about the lyrics is all.

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
long as God can grow it, my hair


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My Story

My photo

I got my first camera, a Canon Ft QL, in 1974. It was supplemented by a Canon F1 in 1976 so that I could have a camera for black and white and one for colour. 

I still have those beauties but now they have eased into retirement. They relax on my shelf beside many other old beauties.

Now I use a Canon 5D MK II. How convenient to use one camera for both colour and black and white.