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.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 4:48 PM
Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
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.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 12:00 PM
Friday, June 23, 2006
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?
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 10:18 PM
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
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.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 10:27 PM
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
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?
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 8:21 PM
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
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.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 7:34 PM
Saturday, June 10, 2006
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.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 7:09 PM
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
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.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 7:26 PM
Monday, June 05, 2006
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?
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 9:58 PM
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Saturday, June 03, 2006
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.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 11:35 PM
Friday, June 02, 2006
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.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 11:41 PM
Thursday, June 01, 2006
"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
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 7:51 PM
- 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.