June ( in three parts ) part I

making time to shoot and share and live.

the most dramatic dust storm i’ve ever experienced. incredibly hard to photograph the scale and wildness of it without breathing pure field mold.

I had a minor revelation while working through the last 5 years again. I shoot 10x the photos in June, July, August & September to any other months but I share 5x less photos because I’m too busy with the yard, garden, work, life and making the photos. I went through june 2023 and realized 80% of the photos never even got edited.

Why are we doing this.

When I really hit my stride a few years back over on thisherelight my process was simple. I had been transplanted out of the city at the peak of my street photography life and was mostly disabled, in strange surroundings and had to find a way to make life work. So I copied Kathleen Connally’s ethos from A walk through durham township where she’d get out shooting for an hour or so a day and share a photo. Simple stuff, but it took my drive for street and turned me into a landscape photographer over time. Taught me about life here on the vast canadian prairie and also helped me find a rather uncomfortably large audience back in the tumblr days.

I need to restart. again.

I’ve been out shooting 4-5 times in may. 3-4 sunsets and storms in june so far. I had one good golden night where i was excited to come home and see what I had.

be simple. do the basics. find some time to sit out there in the world and not demand anything of it. The prairie isn’t amazon.

Finding time and movable body parts during peak garden and yard work time has been challenging but I did pick up an ebike recently to ride around town and just look at this place again. so you may find more day to day small town life work mixed here and there coming up.

Things are in transition in my head right now and that’s just fine.

I’m going to do a post every 10 days or so, mostly pictures from that 10 day window, without worrying if they work together, or make sense. Just sharing life. sharing what moves me and keeping moving.

my old friend. his brother died but we keep documenting him.

this wimpy beefsteak did not survive the squirrel rummaging my garden day one.

the expanded garden. now 96 square feet of joy. the little specs of white are apple blossoms fallen from the nearby apple tree.

cya in 10 days or so.