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Stories Imagined
One of my earliest memories as a child is lying alone in my cot seeing characters and stories appear in the floral abstract drapes of my parents bedroom.
Yin and Yan
Dinner at Café Brussel
Lunch at Tim Horton's
Douglas Curran
Doug Curran is being interviewed this morning on CBC Radio - Sounds Like Canada about his work from Africa "The Elephant Has Four Hearts: Nyau Masks and Ritual". Doug is a photographer who not only makes extraordinary pictures but speaks eloquently. Not to be missed if you are near a radio or over the internet at CBC Radio One 10:30am local time.
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Scary
In the process of getting my 14 year old ready to go away for a week of winter camping this is what came out of two pockets on his winter jacket.
The 60's
O.K. Zee this is for you. Bob circa 1968/69 taken when I was at Art School in Derby, England. I have spent the last day going through boxes and boxes of old pictures. I am completely amazed at quantity of memorabilia that collects over a view decades. I realize that I have to organize it in some meaningful way otherwise it will make absolutely no sense to my children when I'm gone.
Tomorrow will see the return to regular posts and new pictures.
Old Pictures
A death in the family is a time of reflection. The other evening my son and I were going through a box of old photographs of my family from Scotland. These are the earliest ones I came across of my Mother and Father. Photographs really are wonderful things. (My Dad is in front holding the spade)
Dr. John Fischer
My father-in-law died early on Tuesday morning after a short illness. He was 88 years old. This is the last picture I made of him just a few weeks ago at his home in Kitchener, Ontario. He lived a good life and enjoyed it right up until the end; he was shoveling snow a week ago for goodness sake. He was of a dying breed. Brought up on an Ontario farm, he enjoyed telling stories especially of his early days when in the middle of winter he would take a horse and cutter to reach the one room school house where he received his early education. He did well, becoming a veterinarian and farmer himself. All his family and friends including his ten grandchildren will miss him dearly.
