tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65073530252935796632024-03-14T04:03:39.966-05:00Haus of Margot PolloMargot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.comBlogger389125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-17876105341771353222021-10-14T22:22:00.000-05:002021-10-14T22:24:03.906-05:00Frances Helen's first days at home<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5v2Chm_XgJOkRFcRt7qBwfM2kexruLBbSSS9xh11WsCah2cOATiHiyPc6ZMH7rF_DbOYw4Tlrk0esgdBR4eBsX4B1dPn8qAc65Kt8yvSj3V1tu1zD1z3nunDNdLMcDGD1fVSPb7fz6o4/s1536/r001-027.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5v2Chm_XgJOkRFcRt7qBwfM2kexruLBbSSS9xh11WsCah2cOATiHiyPc6ZMH7rF_DbOYw4Tlrk0esgdBR4eBsX4B1dPn8qAc65Kt8yvSj3V1tu1zD1z3nunDNdLMcDGD1fVSPb7fz6o4/w640-h426/r001-027.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">January 27, 2021; cozy in mama's bed, not yet 24 hours old. None of the newborn clothes we had fit Frances.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJhfLZTndd668fz2M-Zh_d1rFT_AfQEBTMRmherFmdjFlsJYrHK6ofkm-0ewDpVXt72qcSqKeRsRnMJC_wOgr-iS99JS-f2ymC8uRlo7RQRn7-yUU55zMLNFSmeQi1rHtTl-iKXC8jZM/s1536/r001-022.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJhfLZTndd668fz2M-Zh_d1rFT_AfQEBTMRmherFmdjFlsJYrHK6ofkm-0ewDpVXt72qcSqKeRsRnMJC_wOgr-iS99JS-f2ymC8uRlo7RQRn7-yUU55zMLNFSmeQi1rHtTl-iKXC8jZM/w640-h426/r001-022.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first moment Benny met his little sister Frances.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZdFzpFcCT7BYbUCeG7mGYJytB4lh-dcuHh8mgfka0MnbpKC6e06_fVzyI4V7xfxKbYOIRe3PMA9mPJQ-6kimWV0bvyv24pqafF0z0mSKkgmew7HYu5g1J2o_7JZoju8thFY4GS4fCC0w/s1536/r001-033.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZdFzpFcCT7BYbUCeG7mGYJytB4lh-dcuHh8mgfka0MnbpKC6e06_fVzyI4V7xfxKbYOIRe3PMA9mPJQ-6kimWV0bvyv24pqafF0z0mSKkgmew7HYu5g1J2o_7JZoju8thFY4GS4fCC0w/w640-h426/r001-033.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two days new. Nothin' sweeter than a baby burrito.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7QXdqudp3HGGUBgsB33Z2SrZpwALe_6wCXg8cYUmAEYQrWyo2aCIJ2_2zH4k_72fwwemZPajba2hFwVOW_r-1_SeYvOedhFSTItVSJYjK22EVcmUS3kex-BR8OxrrGX6NgxqDkrvmzs/s1766/img006.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1766" data-original-width="1744" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7QXdqudp3HGGUBgsB33Z2SrZpwALe_6wCXg8cYUmAEYQrWyo2aCIJ2_2zH4k_72fwwemZPajba2hFwVOW_r-1_SeYvOedhFSTItVSJYjK22EVcmUS3kex-BR8OxrrGX6NgxqDkrvmzs/w632-h640/img006.jpg" width="632" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny (sans pants) examines his sister in her basket while dad looks on.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8JHGtuZbqwQfrsSWqzlb0cMaU0m4kDtfhV6hMK-GC_9i06ffh-8meQrG7qj7e4HVA47ew0gAZzw-6-YFR3kZDfcODHs687jXWcVYfJD-C8-tMlgIHJytwS_NJOauw_CvHgQvH98sFA4/s1536/r001-036.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8JHGtuZbqwQfrsSWqzlb0cMaU0m4kDtfhV6hMK-GC_9i06ffh-8meQrG7qj7e4HVA47ew0gAZzw-6-YFR3kZDfcODHs687jXWcVYfJD-C8-tMlgIHJytwS_NJOauw_CvHgQvH98sFA4/w640-h426/r001-036.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sore and tired and trying to figure out how to mother two children at once.</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOz_hBJ-sfb_fyeYZ5jQnhbWCO1txAwUGsdSLrd7b1jJsDkmHIiWs4LBG-50R8Q1ASnssl-AGIDcH74XHccOlpYUbULvgSePpMStrs5-KHiQ8N2tZBGuDQ1xCMgGle5ZpeXWCVlBBg3Q/s1536/r001-037.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOz_hBJ-sfb_fyeYZ5jQnhbWCO1txAwUGsdSLrd7b1jJsDkmHIiWs4LBG-50R8Q1ASnssl-AGIDcH74XHccOlpYUbULvgSePpMStrs5-KHiQ8N2tZBGuDQ1xCMgGle5ZpeXWCVlBBg3Q/w426-h640/r001-037.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New normal. This was our first morning at home as a family of four. It looks idyllic, but it was intense.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdlHktQUf74nEc5pYKBo-RZKg6HRFOd8QtCZ-ROvBoxIOUUoyQCh_HFFZM3pqDSO34iDoHX4HffQYzpHz0YJ2A7jxZr9NC3HuNoZGbDvsLdKZmwK8JY1fG6lXyHW6EWCthIrc6EqQdK4/s1536/r001-035.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdlHktQUf74nEc5pYKBo-RZKg6HRFOd8QtCZ-ROvBoxIOUUoyQCh_HFFZM3pqDSO34iDoHX4HffQYzpHz0YJ2A7jxZr9NC3HuNoZGbDvsLdKZmwK8JY1fG6lXyHW6EWCthIrc6EqQdK4/w426-h640/r001-035.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A quiet moment with Play-doh while mama rested / nursed the baby.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCU7vaOcLm2huOuPTISAFZ1EGc7Wlx55rL0yEd8nNz-H-TAZ9xjerfc23LAE3Mvt35q8ovWPOE5B3TVNeyr0HwAoGi1C15agd_nAuIOTlcVwge8KOTGbYn7MO3u32JM0MQgGvcjjT_a7k/s1536/r001-034.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCU7vaOcLm2huOuPTISAFZ1EGc7Wlx55rL0yEd8nNz-H-TAZ9xjerfc23LAE3Mvt35q8ovWPOE5B3TVNeyr0HwAoGi1C15agd_nAuIOTlcVwge8KOTGbYn7MO3u32JM0MQgGvcjjT_a7k/w426-h640/r001-034.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjmlq6Z7B12MaeiItF0BpBna3m3Hs1p53UXOTCK7TtFbWUB5MBcov-vBgBA6EKalIn3OanPV_1IloSAgj0LipAOAEAsqJF-rKrJi11XH0DseU0Ng3mvpYgEWikXazrhKzZJVaPNNbho0/s1536/r001-030.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjmlq6Z7B12MaeiItF0BpBna3m3Hs1p53UXOTCK7TtFbWUB5MBcov-vBgBA6EKalIn3OanPV_1IloSAgj0LipAOAEAsqJF-rKrJi11XH0DseU0Ng3mvpYgEWikXazrhKzZJVaPNNbho0/w640-h426/r001-030.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Granny Tammy stayed with us for two days after Frances arrived. She was a superstar and a solid support for Benny--who was a bit shaken by the new addition of his sister.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrr9cx8nGU649McSpNkUnpB0k2gKGP3kjvh_2rkHyihcFjBsIutO6RTiCFApjWn219qY-CKE0au9hgbLpgMu-lGcJFBPkMh7g5JmBhQx8HihhKUydsKBKT1DjdWIQTCT6T9mOVAIQ-1RQ/s1770/img005.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1758" data-original-width="1770" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrr9cx8nGU649McSpNkUnpB0k2gKGP3kjvh_2rkHyihcFjBsIutO6RTiCFApjWn219qY-CKE0au9hgbLpgMu-lGcJFBPkMh7g5JmBhQx8HihhKUydsKBKT1DjdWIQTCT6T9mOVAIQ-1RQ/w640-h636/img005.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A wonderful dad bathes his daughter for the first time.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg201C_rfEUlaNFSDTduE2pEX75QX2sOitpcEdlAxVRYTgWMN4B4wm3g3J8jOvTlNMLbB9EqE38SLJIH-RiJkSupWCzCjm3ZjDgzsxwN1z7A-K_YGvwik5cvilIeyvjaUMNp9DvNkFxWv4/s1772/img003.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1766" data-original-width="1772" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg201C_rfEUlaNFSDTduE2pEX75QX2sOitpcEdlAxVRYTgWMN4B4wm3g3J8jOvTlNMLbB9EqE38SLJIH-RiJkSupWCzCjm3ZjDgzsxwN1z7A-K_YGvwik5cvilIeyvjaUMNp9DvNkFxWv4/w640-h638/img003.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandpa Cal meets Frances for the first time.</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip15OdbiUvjDdoGGaxKYtkapymd9zhPK4kcMxxIRgaro8by51Mm7aSmhXOwWqAvBMk6A6jat99lPsB46k7f0UEdEQ7tWQ1yzwcSqrs8AcKqKojhAm-q-be4pWsTTZSnZD42lkg5YCM11s/s1761/img001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1761" data-original-width="1761" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip15OdbiUvjDdoGGaxKYtkapymd9zhPK4kcMxxIRgaro8by51Mm7aSmhXOwWqAvBMk6A6jat99lPsB46k7f0UEdEQ7tWQ1yzwcSqrs8AcKqKojhAm-q-be4pWsTTZSnZD42lkg5YCM11s/w640-h640/img001.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma Kim meets Frances (for the second time) at three days old.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxE3Dyr3w7Imk8Ek1jxeHyL8-hfTDZGe5ctDzoy8E84bYMt6XyHHvnmHfvgwrDjXp3vrTup7yInkcYYrCjTxvTZqRpnnDxW1U1VcmBvEdfU4Tr4uZxNijoKAiaMMTSEGf2NVQmh_oDX0/s1536/r001-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxE3Dyr3w7Imk8Ek1jxeHyL8-hfTDZGe5ctDzoy8E84bYMt6XyHHvnmHfvgwrDjXp3vrTup7yInkcYYrCjTxvTZqRpnnDxW1U1VcmBvEdfU4Tr4uZxNijoKAiaMMTSEGf2NVQmh_oDX0/w640-h426/r001-007.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helen Sr. meets "Helen Jr." at five weeks old.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPiXmuw_HMDy0wIWjiD6ysoui04m7HBHGzzTYoJF8TK2xHxEH04ltf6n4ZxTR8pDML16rjQa8A519IGHu3snn2WXB6FP2sM7aYm1jVWQP13GjubbtVMIFFMfHuIM8ykeQnq9-ypEj-9mA/s1536/r001-008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPiXmuw_HMDy0wIWjiD6ysoui04m7HBHGzzTYoJF8TK2xHxEH04ltf6n4ZxTR8pDML16rjQa8A519IGHu3snn2WXB6FP2sM7aYm1jVWQP13GjubbtVMIFFMfHuIM8ykeQnq9-ypEj-9mA/w640-h426/r001-008.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Grandpa Syd finally meets "Little Helen" as he calls her :)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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text-align: center;">--- </div><div><br /></div></div></div><div>Canon AE-1 / HP5+ & Delta 400</div><div>Kiev 60 / HP5+</div>Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-91923830178278044412021-01-18T14:16:00.003-05:002021-01-18T14:16:15.199-05:00How old are you? TWO!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oPJZ1xR0s7A3ue0Ow_EJyKRaMak-DElWx3I3hu6cFCziBNTDkIFcc3cvjrMwN_jN8JM1Gspy7-LZkOSOMonGPFCuFArB9dL1JFCG3RV_wafhWCkl0054enVsi1GdeKUXJYQ5y9eNj6A/s1536/r001-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oPJZ1xR0s7A3ue0Ow_EJyKRaMak-DElWx3I3hu6cFCziBNTDkIFcc3cvjrMwN_jN8JM1Gspy7-LZkOSOMonGPFCuFArB9dL1JFCG3RV_wafhWCkl0054enVsi1GdeKUXJYQ5y9eNj6A/w640-h426/r001-001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRqQ88VwRGuaaxGVPFV7RwOSt0nLcxz4oMuV0YSCwF7r1Oi6EXzfABPbYCpcaHlXEZgvZO0pJTjidFcHjzx0zZ0FnXY1HQE_BPn7laevu8YcYF68Pql4SPaFeWakbeM6Ray4PWZSTdpI/s1536/r001-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;">Canon AE-1 / Kodak 400</div><p></p></div>Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-91394921846803308772021-01-04T16:42:00.014-05:002021-01-08T14:05:43.121-05:00Golden Eagle reflections<p>For a beloved woman; you are dearly missed.</p><p>Marj Heinrichs. My mother's sister. My dear aunt. When I think back and try to frame up a single story of such a legend, my mind becomes hopelessly tangled. ONE STORY? Impossible. </p><p>In the past decade of life lived without Marj, I cannot possibly count the number of times I have asked myself "How would Marj do it?". I have asked myself this question while sitting in a dim garage amoungst a non-responsive crowd of farmer-hatted farmers drinking bad coffee in a small town homemade Tim Hortons. I have asked myself this while trying to soothe other people's children as well as my own. I have asked myself this with bated breath, my camera poised and ready, waiting for that incredible moment when a tiny life emerges from its life-giving mother. I have asked myself this while holding up the heaving dress of a drunken bride puking her guts out behind her reception tent. The weight of my camera around my neck reminding me all the while that my job is to capture the story of the person to the best of my ability. Just as Marj did / would have. I think the "it" in question was her twinkle and cheeky grin. Immediate comfort and trust. Those fantastically funny teeth flashing before you like a blinking neon sign: <i>Go ahead, tell me all of your secrets</i>. She never promised she wouldn't tell. That wasn't the point. It was the moment shared where you felt safe to share, to exhale, let your hair down and then laugh about it with someone who GOT it, who appreciated the vulnerability of the expulsion of information, who celebrated the courage in one's sharing. It was so easy to spill the beans to her. Marj delighted in the wicked, wild and wonderful lives of those who she cared deeply for. I was lucky to be one of those many people. </p><p>On my twentieth birthday, we happened to find ourselves in side-by-side stalls of a public washroom at a nice restaurant chosen to celebrate the occasion. I have no idea how we cut to the chase so quickly, but for some reason I felt compelled to share with her that I had received my first Brazilian (as a grown up gift to self) that very morning. "No wonder you are walking so funny!" she yelled and then shrieked with laughter. And then to my surprise she banged on my door and demanded to see my new look. I doubt she had ever seen a Brazilian wax job before?! I showed her :) No mortification was felt, no shame, just pride. My Aunty Marj had an incredible way of celebrating the follies of life. Laughing in the face of disgrace. Softening the blow with a good belly laugh was her way.</p><p>In the spring of 2009, I hightailed it to the bush of Northwestern Ontario to try my hand at treeplanting. It was an enlightening ten weeks to say the very least. While I was toiling over rough land like a low bent grasshopper, I imagine Marj was carting vats of chilli one direction and frozen hunks of moose meat homeward from Pickle Lake, Ontario where she was working at the time. Lucky for me, one of her return trips from Northern Ontario coincided with the end of my summer contract. She agreed to scoop me up from the bush camp I was working out of and drive me back to Rosenort where I could recalibrate in the cool comfort of my mother's house. As soon as I entered the vehicle she spun around and yelled at top volume despite having her friend Lucy in the front seat, "Oh my God child, CLOSE YOUR LEGS. You stink to high heavens". I was mortified but then laughed hysterically and promptly fell asleep in the back seat. Happy, safe and stinky in the care of a second mother. </p><p>That same summer, home from the bush and rather idle, Aunty Marj decided to put me to work and "hire" me to help her stain her rather large deck surrounding her swimming pool. I was happy to help. We toiled together all day under the July sun, painting furiously in our bras and panties. I loved how she was happiest in the beating sun. She welcomed the heat and always seemed sun burnt to me. When she would heat up just so after a good work stretch, I remember her flopping into the pool casually without a sound or announcement. Like a seal. She was satisfied with our work and "paid" me at the end of that gruelling day with a large, novelty-like cheque made out to Marj Heinrichs for the sum of 150 dollars to Dollarwise, a dry-cleaning company. Ummmm, thank you? She had generously signed the back and in retrospect it was a perfect payment as I had an enormous collection of silk dresses and fancy party clothes that I wore and dry cleaned in high rotation that year. Classic Marj! What a woman.</p><p>Helluva woman, I tell ya.</p><p>Many more tales to come. These were just a hysterical few I had at the top of my head while reflecting fondly. When Marj's eldest daughter Jen reached out to me to contribute to her Story Queen collection of short stories about Marj, I was in a strange headspace. An old friend of mine had just past away suddenly, I was deep in the process of packing up my household in Winnipeg in preparation for a big shift to rural life in Carman, Manitoba. I also wanted to contribute something PERFECT and kept coming up short. Grief kept washing over me as I would sit down to drum up a story and it really made me think about the last decade and how I spent my time in the wake of that giant, giant loss. I think I completely shut down and stoppered all Marj related grief to the best of my numbed ability while living in Montreal for that first year after her death. It was the simplest option. No one knew her out there and being so far away from family meant there was no one to shoulder the sorrow with. It was easier to put the sadness in a box and take it out tenderly from time to time to explore it, sit with it, weep and long for a fallen spirit and then put it away until I was ready again. And that is okay. But eventually, I moved home and faced the music. Grief never goes away. It changes form over and over again like a tumbled rock. These days, I keep it close as one would an admired stone on a sacred shelf. I look at it often, take it down, hold it and admire it. I think Marj would approve. </p><p>I miss her deeply and try to honour her fierce spirit every time I raise my camera to my eye, nuzzle and undress a new baby tenderly, enjoy a glass of red wine, laze in the beating sun and flop into a cold pool soundlessly. Like a seal. </p><p>Soar on Eagle Woman. I have a feeling my daughter will carry a little piece of you in her spirit as she crosses over to the other side. Wishing you were here to capture the joyous occasion of her arrival!</p><p>Until we meet again, cheers and much love!</p><p>Megsy</p>Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-24337883639748766222020-09-21T21:14:00.002-05:002020-09-21T21:14:22.194-05:00Covid Q's -- April 2020<u style="font-style: italic;">Covid Q's</u> <i>from</i> @not_therapy<br /><br /><br /><i>
1. What is helping you feel safe, supported, and grounded these days?<br /></i>
<br />Heading out for a walk with my husband and son after my partner gets home from work. Meal planning. Reading fiction in the tub by candlelight. Chatting on the phone with my mom. Reading and responding thoughtfully to letters I receive from far flung friends. The slow and deliberate process of baking.<br />
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2. What do you remember about the moment or day when you realized life was going to change because of the pandemic?<br /></i>
<br />My son and I were visiting a friend and her children that day. She was teaching me the art of Sourdough bread baking. The lesson was timely and we both knew we wouldn't see each other for a long time. It all felt quite sacred and tinged with fear.<br />
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3. When did you first begin to feel calm or settled after life changed because of the pandemic?</i><div><br /></div><div>About two weeks into the lockdown, it dawned on me that I was thriving in my new, SLOW rhythm. My schedule with my toddler had been running at a breakneck pace for a few weeks and I was starting to resent all of the programming and that feeling of being pulled in a hundred directions. It helped a lot that my daily rhythm felt familiar--just a lot mellower.<br />
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4. What have you been enjoying about parts of your new reality because of the pandemic?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>The quiet, the calm, the inwardness and overall intimacy within my family unit. It is almost as if I am seeing my family and my home with fresh eyes.<br />
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5. What has been the most difficult?<br /></i>
<br />Feeling cooped up at times and generally uninspired to create despite the endless stretches of free time. Feeling frustrated by / sorry for my only child who is starved for the company of other children. It has been strange and difficult not to be able to embrace or share space with loved ones.<br />
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6. How have you been coping with what's been difficult?</i><br />
<br />Reading, running and cycling have felt enormously freeing.<br />
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7. If you could zoom out and watch yourself move through these past several weeks, what words of compassion would you have for yourself?</i><br />
<br />Be patient and gentle with yourself and others as you navigate this new normal. This too shall pass.<br />
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8. How would it feel to receive those words of compassion?</i><br />
<br />Softer.<br />
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9. What is one hope you have for yourself moving forward?<br /></i>
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That this time spent with my child will make me appreciate the privilege I have as a stay at home parent all the more. Not to mention make me appreciate the village of mothers I have in my community!! I miss my village.</div>Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-79663646652402118292020-05-13T12:23:00.001-06:002020-05-18T12:03:41.744-06:00Brownie McGee / found roll<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny Bird explores the darkroom while his mom fills up a five year old roll of film. April 2020</td></tr>
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Ahhhhh, nothing quite like trying to load up a stubborn roll of film that has been sitting wound like a spring inside of a 60 year old camera for the past five years! That process took all of my patience and grace to finesse that cranky old roll into the take up reel for processing. But look! Sweet discovery. Baby Arlo in the photos above will be turning FIVE in two weeks. Time flies! I especially love the shot IDP snapped on his mama's old Brownie camera in our bathroom mirror on Home Street. Fresh faced lovers. Time to grow my hair out so I can braid it like that once more.<br />
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Brownie box camera / Tmax 400 (can you spy the imprint of the paper backing on the film? I can :)<br />
Winnipeg and Morden, Manitoba 2015-2020<br />
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<br />Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-70371218139256556902020-04-15T21:11:00.000-06:002020-04-15T21:35:47.854-06:00To the Waters and the Wild<div style="text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca and her twelve week old daughter, Hooper. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hoop resting in mama's arms as mama looks on.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lovely ladies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Melissa and Esme, with Beetle in the background.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooke and baby Hooper as photographed by Brooke's five year old son Rhodes. Good catch!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grant and the Beetle, photographed by Rhodes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny and I with Brooke and Hooper, photographed by Rhodes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousins in the tub at Granny and Grandpa Kroeker's house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ives and his mom Nikaela discuss his schoolwork. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beatty-Pet gang eating power-up PB balls on their back porch. Rebecca and her young, Evey, Atlas and Arlo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tony finesses the details as we prepare to capture the Tony Chestnut SS20 collection.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lane takes in the space as we dip into the flow of the shoot. I love the sight of her dad's Magician's Hat on the floor, off to the left.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Here lies another roll of 35 HP4 400 run through IDP's Canon AE-1. The latter half of February to the first week in March. Below, a poem I come back to again and again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>The Stolen Child</i> by W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Where dips the rocky highland</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There lies a leafy island</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Where flapping herons wake</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The drowsy water rats;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There we've hid our faery vats,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Full of berrys</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And of reddest stolen cherries.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Come away, O human child!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To the waters and the wild</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With a faery, hand in hand,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Where the wave of moonlight glosses</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The dim gray sands with light,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Far off by furthest Rosses</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We foot it all the night,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Weaving olden dances</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mingling hands and mingling glances</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Till the moon has taken flight;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To and fro we leap</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And chase the frothy bubbles,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">While the world is full of troubles</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And anxious in its sleep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Come away, O human child!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To the waters and the wild</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With a faery, hand in hand,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Where the wandering water gushes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">From the hills above Glen-Car</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In pools among the rushes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That scarce could bathe a star,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We seek for slumbering trout</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And whispering in their ears</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Give them unquiet dreams;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Leaning softly out</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">From ferns that drop their tears</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Over the young streams.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Come away, O human child!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To the waters and the wild</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With a faery, hand in hand,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Away with us he's going,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The solemn-eyed:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He'll hear no more the lowing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Of the calves on the warm hillside</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Or the kettle on the hob</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sing peace into his breast,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Or see the brown mice bob</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Round and round the oatmeal chest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For he comes, the human child,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To the waters and the wild</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With a faery, hand in hand,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.</span></div>
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Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-16913829057225428952020-04-14T20:13:00.000-06:002020-04-14T20:29:59.168-06:00Transplanted<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh the joy of a new playground to explore under the warm sun!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gus knows were all the best playgrounds are.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy to be reunited with my bud.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boy runs free while dad reflects at a standstill. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy as a goose in shit at Deer Lake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Toothy grins for these vacationers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Typical brother antics! Leo and Gus :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love this troupe of characters. Best hosts! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preschool commuters.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wandering and observing the goings-on of East Van. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Portrait with mom at Deep Cove.</td></tr>
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Here are a few photographs captured during our quick trip to Vancouver to visit the Seftel clan back in February. This was the best decision we have made in a long, long time. Didn't realize how dearly we needed to get away as a family until we arrived in Vancouver and I felt the sun warm my cheeks. Benny blossomed like a flower in those five days. Kid needed some Vitamin D! We had a blast with Gus, Leo, Matt and Colette and were thrilled to visit some of their favourite places together.<br />
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IDP's Olympus sweet 16 cam / Delta 400<br />
Vancouver, BC; February 2020<br />
<br />Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-4943524985590304402020-02-14T00:11:00.003-05:002020-02-15T11:38:48.469-05:00Lane forever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lane D.G. for <a href="http://tonychestnut.ca/">Tony Chestnut</a> FW19.<br />
A series of photographs from a single roll / a series of looks I felt inspired to capture.<br />
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HUT K / Winnipeg, MB; September 2019<br />
Kiev 60 / Portra 400Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-46313562266949674472020-02-10T12:40:00.001-05:002020-02-10T22:30:28.978-05:00Homecoming<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Work clothes drying in the sun. Near Roseisle, MB; August 2019. Canon AE-1 / FP4</td></tr>
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"Did you love her so much, then?" My sister Reinette, with her high cheekbones and her glossy curls. My sister the harvest queen, lipsticked and crowned with barley, with a sheaf of wheat in one hand and an orange in the other. That's how I'll always remember her, you know. That clear, perfect picture in my mind. I felt an unexpected prick of jealousy close to my heart.<br />
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"The same way you loved him, perhaps," said Paul calmly. "The way you loved Leibniz."<br />
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The fools we were when we were children. The hurting, hopeful fools. I spent my life dreaming of Tomas, through my married days in Brittany, through my widowhood, dreaming of a man like Tomas with his careless laughter and his sharp river-colored eyes, the Tomas of my wish--<i>you, Tomas, only you forever</i>--Old Mother's curse made terrible flesh.<br />
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"It took a little time, you know," said Paul, "but I got over it. I let go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home."<br />
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"Home." My voice sounded strange in my ears. His hands over mine felt rough and warm as an old dog's pelt. I had the strangest picture of us both, standing there in the failing light like Hansel and Gretel, grown old and gray in the witch's house, finally closing the gingerbread door behind them.<br />
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<i>Just let go, and the river brings you home</i>. It sounded so easy.<br />
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"We've waited a long time, Boise."<br />
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I turned my face away. "Too long, perhaps."<br />
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"I don't think so."<br />
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I took a deep breath. This was the moment. To explain that it was all over, that the lie between us was too old to erase, too big to climb over, that <i>we</i> were too old, for pity's sake, that it was ridiculous, that it was impossible, that besides, besides--<br />
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He kissed me then, on the lips, not a shy old-man's kiss but something else altogether, something that left me feeling shaken, indignant and strangely hopeful. His eyes shone as slowly he drew something out of his pocket, something that glowed red-yellow in the lamplight. . . .<br />
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A string of crab apples.<br />
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I stared at him as he drew the necklace gently over my head. It lay against my breasts, the fruit glossy and round and shining.<br />
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"Harvest queen," whispered Paul. "Framboise Dartigen. Only you."<br />
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I could smell the good, tart scent of the little fruit against my warming skin.<br />
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"I'm too old," I said shakily. "It's too late."<br />
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He kissed me again, on the temple, then at the corner of the mouth. Then from his pocket again he drew a plait of yellow straw, which he placed around my forehead like a crown.<br />
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"It's never too late to come home," he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him. "All you have to do . . . is stop moving away."<br />
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<i>R</i>esistance is like swimming against the current, exhausting and pointless. I turned my face toward the curve of his shoulder as into a pillow. Around my neck the crab apples gave off a pungent, sappy scent, like the Octobers of our childhood.<br />
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We toasted our homecomings with sweet black coffee and <i>croissants</i> and green-tomato jam made to my mother's recipe.<br />
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An excerpt from Joanne Harris' beautiful novel, "Five Quarters of the Orange" page 305-307.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old girl crosses over. I snapped this out the back seat window of our car. Near Roseisle, MB; August 2019. Canon AE-1 / FP4</td></tr>
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Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-40134627868410067842020-01-14T23:07:00.000-05:002020-01-14T23:07:06.544-05:00Softie but a Goodie<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Third time momma to be captured at 28 weeks on a crisp day in early October.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chad with his young / Kelsey and young Amelie stroll through the bluff. Rosenort, MB; October 2019.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Mike reads a new book to Benny after bath time. Winnipeg, MB; November 2019.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crystal and Rusty ham it up in their back lane. Winnipeg, MB; November 2019.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad & son / Son & mom in the sun. Winnipeg, MB; November 2019.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny / Lue. Winnipeg, MB; December 2019.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sophie's portrait at the Forks / Sophie & Will. Winnipeg, MB; December 2019.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sophie, Will & Benny at the Forks / softie but a goodie. Winnipeg, MB; December 2019.</td></tr>
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Diptych review caught at the tail end of the year. I loaded the half frame camera in early October and processed it the first week of December. A 36 exposure roll of FP4+ took what felt like lightyears to fill (72 frames). Fun to slow it down and completely forget what I shot. Need to start carrying a tape measure by the looks of my soft focus. Too shallow, too deep. Find the depth, Madge.<br />
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Yashica 72-E / FP4+ processed as 400Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-46597534342750064592020-01-07T00:55:00.003-05:002020-01-07T01:06:26.183-05:00Widdershins<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Backward Bill' by Shel Silverstein, a genius. </td></tr>
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In late November--around six weeks into my second pregnancy--I had a vivid dream where I was standing in a lush meadow alongside Iain and our dear friend Grant--a real life horse whisperer. We were conversing casually, surrounded by green on a bonny day. Suddenly the air became charged by a powerful sound of many hooves thundering toward us. I couldn't help myself; my body suddenly taught as the strings on a bow, determined to ride no matter the cost. Determined to be one with one of those flying beasts. I readied myself for a mighty leap and then grabbed hold of a magnificent chestnut stallion as it came flying past and then slid with relief and pride into the familiar position against the horse's withers.<br />
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At that point in the dream Iain was furious with me for riding in my 'delicate condition' but I hooted and hollered at him from across the bluff to stuff it. I had a horse who knew their own agenda. We were flying through a meadow together when suddenly the giant horse began to gallop backwards. It was a magnificent feeling. Shocking redirection. Terrifying, but magnificent in its wildness. I instinctively began to clamp my thighs down in fear when the horse conveyed a message to me telepathically.<br />
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He simply said, "My name is Laurence and this ain't my first rodeo". In other words, <i>LEAN INTO IT, BABY</i>. Well then. There was nothing left to do but enjoy the ride!<br />
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I woke up with a large grin plastered to my sleep-creased face. Nothing better than a good gallop with an old friend.<br />
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We lost our little baby a few weeks later. As I processed the loss of that spirit babe in my own way and time, I couldn't help but circle back to that wild dream and smile. Not his first rodeo, no. Surely not his last either.<br />
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While perusing the stacks for a beautiful piece of writing to share in this worn old space in an effort to get back into the saddle of writing, my eye caught on this gem by Shel Silverstein from his "A Light in the Attic" poetry collection and cracked me right up as if I were in Grade Five all over again.<br />
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Walk on, dear Laurence. I heartily look forward to leaning into your incredible strength and power again someday, even if it's just in my dreams.<br />
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xo<br />
MMargot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-83123851489212995312019-12-24T19:52:00.001-05:002019-12-24T19:52:15.520-05:00Faspa<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found files from IDP's great aunt Josephine's collection. This one stood out amoung the rest :)</td></tr>
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Merry Christmas Eve. May your holidays be mellow, cozy and one good bite after the next!<br />
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xo MadgeMargot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-55453211280704236712019-12-17T13:58:00.000-05:002019-12-17T14:00:40.731-05:00Shed / Flow<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Self reflection at TCHQ. Winnipeg, MB; October 2019. Kiev 60 / FP4</td></tr>
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<i>I swallow the lump in my throat, breathe in the briny smell of the ocean. I think of Diaghilev, with his utter terror of any open water. Of his nervous half-smile when he watched Vaslav swim in the Lido. Of his relief when my brother, in his striped swimming costume, ran toward us, cold, dripping, splashing us with water he managed to carry in his cupped hands. "Come on, Serge, you coward. Come with me."</i><br />
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<i>Will I find the strength for another struggle? After all I have lost?</i><br />
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<i>Kolya is a few steps away from me, his face dense and heavy with waiting. I see his chest heave; I note a pulse throb in his throat. Don't blame me, Bronia, his eyes plead. If I could give my life for Levushka's I would. </i><br />
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<i>Harsh winters strengthen trees. The ring that forms through a time of stress is stronger than the ones formed in milder ones. The Chosen Maiden, my brother once told me, is a warrior, not a dying swan. She dances to make life possible again. </i><br />
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<i>This is an old memory, but Vaslav's voice remains urgent:</i> Are you ready, Bronia?<br />
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<i>I nod.</i><br />
<i>I step forward and raise my hand. </i><br />
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An excerpt from page 408 of Eva Stachniak's "The Chosen Maiden".<br />
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Shed / Flow<br />
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Ain't that the truth, whether we like it or not.<br />
"She dances to make life possible again". Ah HA! <br />
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MadgeMargot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-39563719381272341652019-11-11T23:37:00.003-05:002020-02-10T22:30:46.799-05:00One year of loving you<br />
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Happy first birthday to my sweet Bernard Elgin!<br />
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Words fail me this evening. I am awash with wild waves of emotion as I reflect upon the day you were born. Today, every time I glanced toward a timepiece, be it on my wrist, upon the wall, in the car, my mind would register the time and the corresponding memory would play out in my mind's eye.<br />
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At 4:00am, after labouring hard for four hours, a doctor broke my water without asking me first. Mon dieu! Invasive! I was so deep in my work riding the waves of labour I had no voice to oppose. Things really picked up after that. I didn't like labouring in triage so your dad and I walked up and down the gritty stairs. I would stop with each contraction and moan through it as your dad quietly and patiently looked on. At 9:15 on the morning of your birthday, my mother arrived--your dear Granny Kim--and while I couldn't register more than her warm voice in the hubbub of triage, I took great comfort knowing she was there. At 10:00am your Auntie Erin and my midwife/ cheerleader Emily showed up. Again, I felt the circle of strong women widen around me but was unable to utter words beyond "MERCY"! At 11:30am, an earth angel/ labour & delivery nurse named Kristen turned up to say hello to Emily. Praise the moon above for their connection and teamwork. They agreed to ride out the rest of your birth as a team. I was moved from triage to a lovely private room with a shower. You, my little Scorpio water critter appreciated this (as did I) and together we moved you downward, closer to the light. By three I was 9.5cm dilated and Emily called for the warming table. By this point I was coherent enough to know we were close. Wrong! You took many more hours untangling yourself from the cord. I was so frustrated to be hung up for four more hours with only half a measly centimetre to go, but alas, as Emily put it then: <i>You must cross this bridge alone as we cheer for you from both ends</i>. And so, I hauled myself out of a dark place and crossed that bridge with determination.<br />
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At 7:11pm you slid out after six or seven incredible attempts to push you out. That work is not for the faint of heart! I was sure my head would fly off before I had the chance of admiring you all fresh and new. Thankfully, we both lived to shore up against each other, awash in relief. Home at last.<br />
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How easily you have carved out a spot for yourself in this family of ours in the course of one year. Your dad and I would be lost without your cheeky play, curious little spirit and hearty appetite for life. Benny boy, straight from the stars you are! One whole year of loving you kid.<br />
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Cheers to a hundred more!<br />
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Love, mum (and dad)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First new morning, happy as a lark in your dad's loving arms.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tiny little bird with big mitts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birth of a proud mother.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lovely little creature.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home at last.</td></tr>
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<br />Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-68242763628832189652019-10-01T16:43:00.000-05:002019-11-11T23:39:22.240-05:00Teenage Mutant Ninja Baby<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was my last frame on the roll. As the camera rewound, Robert Falcon Ouellette walked into the frame. What are the chances of that? Missed encounters.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes Ni and I walk along Portage on Sunday evenings and play funny Cruise Night games.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Father and son watching the world go by on one of the last warm evenings of September. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Simple pleasures of the Witching Hour.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny's first time at the track.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">People watching. I am trying to challenge myself capture people (other than Benny) again. It's virtually impossible.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching the horses thunder by.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There they go! First horse track experience. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I spy: long limbs. Typical scene.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">RIP Westminster Tot Lot. Benny and I miss that playground space so much!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Suddenly I have a teenager at my table. How?!</td></tr>
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I shot this pink-sopped roll on 40+ year old colour film from long-dead Laurence, using the little pocket cam Iain received from his mum and dad for his 16th birthday.<br />
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Olympus Stylus / very expired Kodak 400Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-18406794357052953122019-09-25T14:30:00.002-05:002019-09-25T14:30:45.274-05:00Club o'clock<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh the hilarity of hide and seek with Uncle Beetle! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First bites; camping edition.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cool dad alert!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is always Club o'clock with these dingos!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama and girl pick flowers along the way.</td></tr>
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Nice little roll to welcome back. This one shot on IDP's trusty old Canon AE-1 on FP4+ depicts a lovely weekend getaway to Spruce Woods over the Labour Day weekend. Love this gang of good folks.<br />
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Canon AE-1 / FP4+<br />
Spruce Woods, MB; September 2019Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-90811188805120891022019-09-18T15:01:00.001-05:002019-09-18T15:03:44.849-05:00Dog Daze<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Popsicles on a hot day with Rebecca & Evey.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss Arlo multitasks in the shade.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Miss Evey girl! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Experimentation in good company between B and Evey.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leo gives it away for free.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evey and Benny go for a swing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home again, home again, jiggety jig. Bernard happily reads with his dad.</td></tr>
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Quick! It is essential that I tuck away this summer roll before the snow flies! This day was one of those random, super lovely, good company, sticky, easy breezy kind of days spent with our Beatty-Petkau clan. Cousin party all around!<br />
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Winnipeg, MB; July 2019<br />
Canon AE-1 / FP4 400Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-80038900031898109462019-09-17T12:11:00.002-05:002019-09-17T12:12:20.122-05:00Here & Now<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Father and son scope out the Assiniboine River valley at Spruce Woods, MB; September 2019.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Petkau family portrait on a beautiful ridge. September 2019.</td></tr>
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<br />Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-50123945459367520382019-09-11T17:09:00.004-05:002019-09-12T14:56:28.553-05:00Mad Scientist<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I am going to lay this photograph here as it is a favourite of mine, captured by my mother during a pivotal time in the development of my character. Halloween 1994. Grade three class party. Blue food colouring in a wacky bottle to complete the Mad Scientist look. Why was my mom there I wonder? Glad she was to catch the moment. I remember feeling very empowered by this look. Dad's blazer, Grandpa Syd's tie. Not pictured, an enormous pair of trick ears that one could pull a string back and forth through each ear via a tube style headband hidden under the wig. Hot and tight contraption, not for the faint of heart. This character was one of my favourites to play on my "Mad Scientist radio show" (which in reality was just me recording a meandering, nonsensical program in different voices--nary a thing to do with science).<br />
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Today I slipped this physical photograph into a letter addressed to my dear friend Leo (nearly eight himself and in Grade 3 this year). Had Leo and I been children at the same time, we would have been fast friends methinks. Two little weirdos looking from the outside in, bonded in eccentric solidarity :) Had I discovered Harry Potter at seven, my mind would have been blown also. Thanks be to Leo Isadore for the introduction of dear Harry into my life.<br />
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I am not really sure what I am trying to say here. I suppose I simply miss my young friend since he moved to Vancouver last week. Two weeks before he left for the west, his mom Colette (a mentor and friend of mine) gave me a ring asking for a favour: "Hi Meg, would you be willing to bake a cake and attend a surprise Seven and a Half birthday party for Leo in the next hour? He needs this." Why yes, yes I could. Never in my life have I whipped up a carrot cake so quickly! With the addition of some shitty store-bought icing, about an inch of rainbow sprinkles and a pack of ten marble balloons from the corner store later, we were in business. One half plus seven candles flickered as Leo blazed into the parlour with his caregiver Mel and exclaimed in delight, "IS THIS FOR ME??????". Why yes! We had a delightful party (Leo, his best bud Jo plus three women who love him). I gifted him a special navy woollen cape with a brilliant red interior that I had thrifted about a decade ago and have been hanging on to. I wore it about once a year when I needed to pack a punch for my annual Witch costume at Halloween. But he needed it more than I.<br />
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In the card I wrote "wear this cape for courage". Well, it has been three weeks and he has been wearing it everyday I hear. My hope is that someone takes note of his courage and appreciates his bold spirit and welcomes him into their fold.<br />
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Love from one Mad Scientist to the Harry Potter of my heart. Wind in your sails, boy!<br />
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Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-28519642058900379232019-08-29T10:42:00.001-06:002019-09-18T14:52:00.063-05:00Dear Benny Bird<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This morning you woke me up with your chuckling coming from the foot of the bed. Then it was the sound of your little hands whacking the bed situated on the floor. I am guessing you were feeling frustrated by the fact that you haven't figured out how to climb up yet. It won't be long. I rolled over and out of my nest and reached to grab your tiny diapered body. You grabbed my nose like a piece of low hanging fruit. Good morning to you too, boy! While you nursed, you warmed your cold hands up in my armpit and in that little pocket under the other breast. Smartie. Satisfied in the meantime, you left me and crawled from the bed onto the chest, onto a pile of books and pulled up to standing on the laundry basket. Impressive feat for seven in the morning. Grinning with pride four feet in the air, I hauled you down and we walked into the kitchen in search of coffee / bananas / slippers. Diaper, pyjamas, slippers. Fingers slipping through the handle of my favourite mug. Baby sounds. Ah Uh and then the sweetly whispered Ah babababa ma ba Tuh Huh uh.<br />
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Breakfast appeared: oats, blueberries, banana, yogurt. Fresh watermelon from Auntie Daryl, watermelon fairy. Your eyes twinkled at that sight. Your pajamas never to be the same again after that feast. Satisfied yet again, you banged your spoon on the table to let me know what was what until I washed you up and put you down on the cold floor. You zipped over to the pram waiting in the mudroom and yelled in short "uh" bursts until I came, donned my boots and packed you in for a stroll to the Tot Lot. You are a funny, determined little person Bernard. I like you so so much. I especially appreciate the look / side smirk you give me when I catch you doing something naughty and the way you hold all of your giggles in your belly until your dad magically gets them out and we delight in your delight for the billionth time. Time speeds on. Every day is a new adventure. More brave steps between A and B. My encouraging, outstretched hands don't cut it anymore. You want to do it BY YOURSELF. And so you do, exploring more of the house on foot every hour.<br />
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I just want to sniff your neck and kiss that juicy spot at the top of your shoulder and nibble on your ears and smooch your cheeks and feel your lips against mine and gently tug on the small thatch of hair at the back of your head with my lips all day long. But no, you are too fast, too busy to let me linger. Too much to see! And so I let you go, running, crawling, speeding, tumbling head first into this insane world. Okay! Bye bye! Have courage and know that your momma loves you!<br />
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Now you are sleeping and I am enjoying a cup of Rooibos tea in solitude while classical music drifts in from the kitchen radio. Oh yes, this week you have been working on your head-bopping rhythm when music comes on. Everyday something new. Everyday more love.<br />
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Love you forever my boy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Experimenting with sound in good company. July 2019</td></tr>
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<br />Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-62547197518476790692019-08-26T13:32:00.002-06:002019-08-26T13:33:29.784-06:00Red Rock Lake 2.0<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousins take a sink bath, cottage edition.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sink bath, party of one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dad teaching us how to knot lures properly.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Granny and grandson.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad and son.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama and boy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bubble machine wonder.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sun prints exposing under hot midday sun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">B rinses her work.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My print post 15 minute full sun exposure, pre water and peroxide rinse.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Self portrait in the hydrogen peroxide bowl. Can you make out my cyanotype as it oxidizes? </td></tr>
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<br />Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-90263353638076074912019-08-20T10:12:00.001-06:002019-08-26T13:21:38.897-06:00Spruce Woods<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousins on a bench on a rainy morning.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Atlas supports Bernard (as per usual).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arlo gives it away for free.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Granny Tammy and Benny in the camper.</td></tr>
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A few snaps from July. This family took a quick trip to Spruce Woods to join Iain's folks and our nephew and niece for one night. Benny's first tenting experience and the inaugural voyage with the Pet's new pop-up camper. It rained like cats and dogs in the morning but we had a blast none the less :)<br />
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Canon AE-1 / FP4 125<br />
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One and a half rolls depicting a lovely weekend getaway with good friends in a beautiful spot on Shoal Lake. Did you notice the pick axe and hammers being wielded by Effie, Noam and Leo in the photo of the boys on the rock? The kids ran wild and spent the better part of the weekend "mining for precious metals" in rock by the water, chasing each other with pointed spears, exploring the island barefoot and staying up later than the adults. Lord of the Flies a la Dominique Island. Ahhh to be a child of summer. The big kids doted upon young Benny in their down time. He was so fascinated and energized by their funny antics.<br />
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Great getaway! These are some images I felt free to capture at the time.<br />
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Kiev 60 / FP4 100<br />
Shoal Lake, Ontario; June 2019<br />
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A partial roll of photos captured over the course of a weekend spent at a cottage with my with family. Kroeker Lake Shaker 4.0! Last year while visiting this cottage, Elliot was three months old and I was six months along with Bernard. The dynamic was a little different this year with two busy boys but fun all the same. O and Bea helped out so much with the babies I felt like I was on a holiday! While the little ones napped, us ladies worked on a Cyanotype project. First a nature walk to collect specimens, then laying out the design in subdued lighting on treated fabric swatches, then exposing our designs under the sun, then rinsing and hanging to dry! Fun experiment on a sunny weekend away. The adults were sure to carve out time each evening to enjoy cocktails and card games in good company once the kids were in bed. Always my favourite part!<br />
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Red Rock Lake, Manitoba; July 2019Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6507353025293579663.post-54004587909841569302019-07-10T14:45:00.001-06:002019-07-10T14:46:34.619-06:00Something is already here<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nearly eight months old and growing into his highchair. Kid loves to eat! June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kroeker cousin pool party at Granny KK's double exposure / trouble! June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny's first pool dip with Granny Kim. June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny and his dad go for a swim at Uncle Jim's. June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Petkau cousin picnic at La Barrier Park. I think Evey might be saying "Dis" along with her little pointer! June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evey, a natural joker. June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating snacks on the picnic table at La Barrier Park. June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Observing Benny in a sea of balls and babies in a recent Lullababies sensory class. Theme that day was Baby Chefs for which he went buck wild! June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In his happy place! Babies and balls! June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer bather. June 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benny and Elliot having a dip in the kiddie pool I found in the trash! That bottom lip tuck of Benny's kills me! June 2019</td></tr>
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<i>I didn't know, I never have known, what spirit it is that descends into my lungs and flaps near my heart like an eagle rising. I named it full-of-wonder, highest good, voices. I shut my eyes and saw a tree stump hurled by wind, an enormous tree stump sailing sideways across my vision, with a wide circular brim of roots and soil like a tossed top hat.</i><br />
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<i>A kind of northing is what I wish to accomplish, a single-minded trek toward that place where any shutter left open to the zenith at night will record the wheeling of all the sky's stars as a pattern of perfect, concentric circles. I seek a reduction, a shedding, a sloughing off.</i><br />
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<i>I long for the North where unimpeded winds would hone me to such a pure slip of bone. But I'll not go northing this year. I'll stalk that floating pole and frigid air by waiting here. I wait on bridges; I wait, struck, on forest paths and meadow's fringes, hilltops and backsides, day in and day out, and I receive a southing as a gift. The North washes down the mountains like a waterfall, like a tidal wave, and pours across the valley; it comes to me. It sweetens the persimmons and numbs the last of the crickets and hornets; it fans the flames of the forest maples, bows the meadow's seeded grasses, and pokes its chilling fingers under the leaf litter, thrusting the springtails and earthworms, the sowbugs and beetle grubs deeper into the earth. The sun heaves to the south by day, and at night wild Orion emerges looming like the Specter of the Brocken over Dead Man Mountain. Something is already here, and more is coming.</i><br />
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- excerpt from Annie Dillard's 'Pilgrim at Tinker Creek' pg. 243<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Something is already here, and more is coming.</i> </span><br />
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Ohhh Dolly that line fans my flame of hope. When I close my eyes and rest for a second in the silence of the house while the baby sleeps, I can see a lazy brown creek of our own, a crumbling house, a tired barn and two outbuildings that are crying out to be painted white and filled with the sound of laughter. While our future is unknown, I have great hope for the coming chapter of country life. Annie Dillard gets it. I read her meandering thoughts to fan the flame of my own :)Margot Pollohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035859274813876300noreply@blogger.com0