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| 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. |
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| Sometimes Ni and I walk along Portage on Sunday evenings and play funny Cruise Night games. |
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| Father and son watching the world go by on one of the last warm evenings of September. |
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| Simple pleasures of the Witching Hour. |
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| Benny's first time at the track. |
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| People watching. I am trying to challenge myself capture people (other than Benny) again. It's virtually impossible. |
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| Watching the horses thunder by. |
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| There they go! First horse track experience. |
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| I spy: long limbs. Typical scene. |
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| RIP Westminster Tot Lot. Benny and I miss that playground space so much! |
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| Suddenly I have a teenager at my table. How?! |
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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.
Olympus Stylus / very expired Kodak 400
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