Portraits of Emotions

Delight in each other as brother and sister, together again after too long.

Pure just-married joy.

Beautiful hysterics.

Portrait of mystery. How many lives has this man lived I wonder?

Apprehension and anxiety propped up against steadfast love and delight in it all.

Enjoying the weight of a healthy new soul, he is. This is my dad in true form.

Strength, joy and support. This is my family.

At ease amidst celebration.

Coy spirit is Izzy.

This is a portrait of deep pride and deep sorrow captured in a precious moment.

The wedding of my dear cousin Sara and her beloved Anthony was an event to remember. I photographed freely and easily, soaking in the wonder of it all. Where was Marj? She was there in sprit, giving the gift of light for her baby girl's wedding day. The hazy light was unbelievable. Remarkable. I tried not to take it for granted as I shot and shot and shot. I would like to write more on this beautiful day, but for now I will let this small photo essay on EMOTION do the narrating for me. More to come.

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Nutmeg

Chanel ma belle at the Sugar Shack while visiting from Montreal; August 2015.

Iain and his niece Arlo; August 2015.

Bride-to-be Sara and her sweet peach of a friend Evelyn; August 2015.

My dear Grandma Helen on the right with her twin sisters Katie and Bettie; August 2015.

Twin brothers Efram and Noam on their prized push bikes; August 2015.

Half-crazed self portrait after processing 25 rolls of contrast film. Going a little nuts; August 2015.

New living room (book-ended by worn bow and Manitoba sweetgrass); August 2015.

New kitchen after many licks of white paint; August 2015.

From where I write, my corner starring Old Owl Eyes; August 2015.

Looks from all around. New babies, old friends, favorite places, new spaces, aging faces, loved ones and wise ones.

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Rain / Shine

Another batch of photographs shot near the Escarpment in Manitoba from the Olympus partycam. These are the dog days of summer spent with people I love.

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Happy together. Carman, MB; August 2015.

As my cowboy works away from home, I work away on the home. It was a good and grey weekend to organize each and every nook and cranny that was driving me nuts, bake some loaves with my brother, make fresh pasta for my colony, get the darkroom rolling, process many rolls of film, get a pedicure with the women of my family, wash the floors, move the plants around and listen to Joanna Newsom a few times over. Tomorrow my sweetheart will be home at last. I look forward to his grin upon arrival.

What a year it has been! I am beginning to feel settled in our nest at last. What a relieving feeling after a frantic month of hard work shining this gem up. Today after putting my work room into working order, I suddenly felt at home. Tomorrow I head back to work in a new family home in the neighborhood to entertain two of the most hilarious four year old twin boys I have ever met. Noam and Efram. I shot their brotherhood portrait on my back porch last Thursday afternoon. Boys and their bikes. I like them and I think they like me.

On the first of September I will begin my career as a Montessori teacher guide at Winnipeg Montessori School. Perhaps the universe led me to those two little creatures to warm me up for what is coming in hot: big kids! These little guys are not toddlers anymore (although I am glad I knew them when they were). They can ride bikes and put on their own clothes. They can sing entire Raffi songs and run for hours. They don't need naps and they both think the food I cook tastes weird. On Thursday we spent hours in the park across from their home building elaborate nests out of grass for objects found in their toy box. Pretend eggs. It was wonderful!

Being around kids with such charged imaginations is a whole new world for me after years spent caring for 0-2 year olds! Noam and Efram have already rattled off many ideas for the art class at my new school when I asked them what they liked to create. Q-Tip skeletons!! Obviously. Genius. We have made circus caravans out of paper and knights holding bloodied swords, alligators and headless dragons out of cardboard for the enormous castle we build out of blocks. I am constantly reminding myself that it is "the process not the product" that is important as I create alongside the brothers and prepare to transition into the classroom and assume my role as teacher-guide. By letting go of what I think looks best, I am free to observe the brothers create in such a wild and loose way. This very freedom inspires me to get to work on creative projects when I get home and just enjoy the process instead of being hung up on my end result. Simple pleasures.

Now that all of my latest wedding film has been processed and is ready for professional scanning, the latest project on the go is a large stencil for a special client who came to me with a dear photo of her grandparents standing in front of the semi nose-less Great Sphinx of Giza. I came up with an illustration based off the photo a while ago and only now have had the energy to put into the physical projection and stencil. I love this piece and I look forward to creating many more wall hangings inspired by my own great grandparents. I am picking up steam as autumn blows in. Life is wonderful. I am home and Iain is on his way.

Waterworks

Trout River boardwalk along the northwestern coast of Newfoundland; July 2015. (Ps. This landscape is for Natalie :)

Boardwalk vantage point depicting the small town of Trout River, Newfoundland.

Children playing in Trout River, Newfoundland.

Active 120 year old water-powered sawmill in Sherbrooke, Nova Scotia.

The sawmill worker saw us coming and ran to throw the switch to open the dam to power the sawmill. The sound of the water pressure was tremendous!

McDonald Bros. Sawmill from the backside. Inspiring to no end. Sherbrooke, Nova Scotia.

Grandsons of the McDonald Bros. putting on a show for us. I love observing nature-powered mechanics at work!

Last night Iain and I lay on the floor of our hot and sticky home totally starkers (the only solution to enjoying August humidity to the fullest in my opinion) and talked about our recent journey east. We both long to be in that truck again, windows rolled down, hair flinging around and Mac DeMarco blaring. I miss that rolling landscape that we took in so easily then. The lines of the land blurring the further east we drove. Thank goodness for photography. Visiting the northwestern coast of Newfoundland and cruising through Nova Scotia were definitely the highlight of the trip for me. I'm grateful I shot what I did (depicted above) on contrast. I so look forward to enlarging that negative of the McDonald Bros. sawmill that shows a little of the water-powered process. I didn't even notice the reflection in the water at the time I composed the shot, I was simply drawn to the rough logs in the holding bay and that A-frame roofline. I knew my dad would get a kick out of that special place. I knew Iain was thinking of his dad and brother (who are woodworkers) as we explored the heritage site separately. What a delight to look at our collection of travel photography together. Iain shot the inside of the mill very differently that I did. His accurate shutter speed caught the main gear shaft whizzing the belt around that powers the saw to slice the logs in such a way that I can nearly hear the sound of the metal teeth ripping through the wood and the lumber flapping to the pile on the ground when I look at it. The smell inside the mill was heady and made me think of my grandpa Frank KK. The two-man show manning the mill worked so casually yet efficiently. They told us that together they mill locally felled spruce and pine and their product is sold directly to all of the heritage museums in Nova Scotia for upkeep purposes. Their collective work was a beautiful dance I won't soon forget.

ps. After much schlepping and jigging yesterday, the darkroom is beginning to resemble a place of work. While it is not nearly there yet, I can start to imagine the process when I stand in the middle of the corner I carved out of the basement yesterday. Exciting times ahead. It feels a bit like a crime to admit it while it is only late summer but I am thrilled to experience winter in this home. It's going to be cozy.
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Take a Hike

Take a hike is right. To Atlantic Canada and beyond!

We hiked some incredible trails in Gros Morne National Park in Newfoundland. We hiked in after lunch one sunny afternoon with our things on our backs and set out to camp tight against a cliff on a nice stretch of stony beach on the western coast of Newfoundland. Neither of us knew what to expect and we had to ford a river in order to get to the beach where we would be sleeping. It felt so good to drop the packs and drink some celebratory whiskey upon arrival. The sound of the waves crashing at night through the thin tent walls was terrifying and exhilarating to me. I was out of my comfort zone, no less. Thank goodness for my Tony Chestnut security blanket. Iain beautifully captured the relief on my face as we reached a plateau along the trail called Green Gardens, after climbing upwards for endless hours. Although challenging and frightening at times, I now know what I am capable of hiking. Ready for another trail!

If you're looking for an inspiring place to travel to, head for Newfoundland. I am short on words to express the wonder of beholding such a striking place firsthand. I tried to capture what I could on film, but every time I raised my eye to the frame it felt like a shame to crop a single detail, curve, bird, rock, wave, treeline out of the photograph. I had a brilliant time shooting portraits of Iain in the land. The beauty is endless on the northwestern coast of the province. We didn't have time to drive around the entire province but next time we will.

Enjoy this colorful photo essay.

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Roadtrip to the Maritimes: July 2015

Suzette's Portrait Studio

Have a seat and be still in the light; July 2015.

While Suzette worked her Ambrotype magic in the darkroom, Iain and I horsed around in her upstairs photography studio while on vacation in Sherbrooke, Nova Scotia. These photos are equally funny and special to me. I can see all I need to know in the portrait I shot of Iain: humour, love, ease. In the portrait he shot of me, I can see inspiration building up under that top hat; one hundred ideas and emotions ready to take off like a shot. I'm so grateful he gets me for me.

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This is the one for me. There is no one else I'd rather have humour me than him.

I preferred the men's hat selection to the ladies'. Photo thanks to Iain P.

New Haus

I couldn't sleep so I had a cold bath
 
Lay back down to try again
Rose with a whizzing mind and dressed in the dark
Striped dress over the head
Slipped out of doors and into the night
Smiled at the sound of moaning floating down the street
Rain fell gently

Not everyone is sleeping

Walked for a short time under street lights
Used my new key to enter my new home
It was quiet and empty
Street light fell on walls and floors at odd angles
I walked from room to room with a cocked head
Considering the options of each space
Then I cleaned the tub a good one
Imagined the kitchen with the little blue table
Took down all of the hideous curtains

Let there be light in the dead of night

Cleaned the sinks
 
Then I moved into the basement and just looked
I studied the position of the machines and the sink and the drain
Took in of the outlets and the light sockets one by one
Easily imagining safe lights and blaring Do Make Say Think on tape
Noticed the underbelly of the house was already painted white          
Praise the moon and stars above

This already is a joyful move, a long time coming

We can move the chest and mattresses and turntable on foot
I have never been so thrilled to clean my own oven
I will eventually get there, but first I must sleep
New house wonder and merriment

It's good to be home

Still life of a makeshift kitchen. Pembina Valley, MB; June 2015.

Rodeo Shack

I came across this quiet beauty out in the fields, tethered to her trailer. If she were mine I'd call her Mirabel.

This is John and his horse Mister X. I asked for their portrait and this is what they gave.

This is the first thing I noticed while walking the fields. Not wanting to spook either party, I quietly observed this gentleman tenderly washing his horse's hoof in a puddle. The horse noticed me long before the man did.

Rodeo grandstand in Miami, MB. This will be a lot of fun to print in the darkroom.

Rodeo fans watching the bull riders intently. I love the focus in each face. 

The calves had to be herded to the opposite end before the next round of cattle roping could begin. Muck show.

Fans from behind.

Even though the composition is weak, I can appreciate the motion in that tail. 

Andrew, handsome cowboy on the way back to the Sugar Shack after the rodeo.

This sums up the energy of the weekend perfectly.

Good people in a good place.

Group shot by Katie Dangerfield. Many thanks!

I will let this photo essay do the talking here. We piled into Iain's truck for the weekend a few weeks back to celebrate the completion of mine and Grant's schooling and roared around the south western part of the province to take in an afternoon rodeo in Miami, Mantioba altogether. There was a severe storm midway through, but the rodeo rallied on after the torrential rain and funnel clouds had passed us by like it was part of the scheduled programming. It was a proper muck show I was thrilled to capture in my own way. Toes squelching with mud while wandering the fields and observing patient horses. I ran out of film to say the least. I will always cherish that portrait of John and Mister X. That top shot of the horse needs to be blown up to epic proportions. Horses do something to me I can't explain. These photos spell out the goodness of the folks I am proud to spend time with and call my friends.

Kiev 60 / 120 Delta 400 (current film obsession; just capturing all the right tones I am seeking these days)!