June ( in three parts ) part II

the one where the cows rule and a cold but alive spring erupts

It’s been a wild ride the past 10 days. Such a short span of time, yet so full of ideas and changes of heart.

I’ve been around on this planet a while and it still amazes me our capacity for feeling deeply, for caring so hard and the variances in even the most mundane of lives. The world is a wide open spigot of sensations and experiences.

I didn’t get out riding in this period. The cold, the mosquitos. The hockey. but I did manage to get out shooting a bit and made friends with some cows. It took a bit but they warmed to me eventually.

It was a span of 10 days of work, covering and uncovering the gardens and flowers, weeding, and balatro (don’t google it, don’t play it, don’t speak of it or your entire life will be consumed).

I’m all over the map about photography. Shocking no one I guess. I went out without the medium format for a night, with the 100-400mm to get a new look at things. I love the compression of long lenses. I love being able to reach into spaces and have more framing options. I was generally happy with the night of shooting and thought i got some good stuff. Got home and hated everything. Something gets lost in the translation.

My eye can be so excitable. I love the sensations of traversing focal planes with my eye and then get back home and look on a screen and everything feels so flat, so 2D.

I recently picked up (another) Canon Selphy 4x6 die sub printer. They’re really magic for the 400 prints or so they can withstand before some roller fails. I have enough paper and ink to make 324 prints and it’s been fun to just fire off a quick print to see how it looks without the wallet and time hit of a real printer. I’ve made 40 or so and 3-4 of them are quite good.

The interesting thing about prints is what they need from an editing point of view is often quite different than these hi res, back lit monitors. I think about that a lot. Too much maybe.

What you’ll find here today is the bucolic late days of alberta spring where the greens have emerged and every thing is full and lush from the rains. I was, myself, surprised how peaceful and “spring” feeling all these came out.

I swear I’m not as mercurial the internet says, I simply record what the world gives me and often it’s full of rage, beauty and drama.

I want to keep working towards showing that honestly and simply. I continue to refine my edits.

till I see the rich crushed blacks of a tornado’s debris ball cast against blue shadow on a tiny print.

Then, who knows what I want.

Columbines