Adventures With Rainbite
It’s been raining like a bad sally and as a result I haven’t been on a photo walk in a couple days. The almighty Weather Network said I’d be waiting for years for the sun to break and I was getting unbearably antsy so I tucked my camera in my coat and went for a long walk that left me soaked, suffering from a severe case of rainbite, but nevertheless happy.
The Wharf
The Trapped Dog
Puddles of Petals
The Garden
Rainbitten Fingers
Transform
It’s not often a video on the Interweb stops me in my tracks for any reason besides being gut-bustingly hilarious. I discovered this a few days ago and am still thinking about it so thought it warranted official sharing. Watch this if you’re an aspiring photographer or artist of any sort. Video is by the so-called sucksessful Atlanta photographer Zack Arias.
A Short Study of a Railcar
Look at the Light in the Corner of the Room
For some reason this small series of photos makes me think of Dr. Creepy, my childhood eye doctor. Of course, his name wasn’t actually Dr. Creepy, but I secretly called him that because I got the hair-raising heebie creepies right down my spine every time he leaned in close with his eye examining implements and Disney character tie and said too slowly in his monotone Ben Stein voice,
“Look at the light in the corner of the room. Good. Now back at me”.
Slocan Valley Sneak Peak
The other day I hitched a ride out into the beeyootiful backwoods bowels of the North Slocan Valley (in the Kootenays) where I’m going to be staying for the first couple weeks of June. My camera’s already buzzing around its bag in anticipation of how much action its going to be getting, and you’ll see that action soon enough … but until then here’s a sneak peak from somewhere along the winding road out there.
Portrait of a Kootenay Convert
A friend of mine mentioned he thought this self-portrait looked like an ad for a rustic microbrewery, a pair of hiking shoes, or MEC. I don’t know how this rugged outdoorsy-ness managed to sneak its way into the photo, because although I probably did have a beer in my jacket pocket, the truth is I don’t even own a pair of hiking shoes and I would hardly know what to do with most of the goods in MEC. But despite the pseudo-sportiness, I think it accurately reflects how the mountains are slowly seeping into my life and how I’m starting to understand why folks are so crazy about the Kootenays.
Sunset Ridge
It seems like I discover a new place to walk in Nelson everyday. Like this secret ridge overlooking the urban sunset where birdwatchers & book-readers & other solitude seekers hang out during the day’s last hours of light.










































