April 15, 2020

To the Waters and the Wild

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Rebecca and her twelve week old daughter, Hooper. 
Hoop resting in mama's arms as mama looks on.
Lovely ladies.
Melissa and Esme, with Beetle in the background.
Brooke and baby Hooper as photographed by Brooke's five year old son Rhodes. Good catch!
Grant and the Beetle, photographed by Rhodes.
Benny and I with Brooke and Hooper, photographed by Rhodes.
Cousins in the tub at Granny and Grandpa Kroeker's house.
Ives and his mom Nikaela discuss his schoolwork. 
Beatty-Pet gang eating power-up PB balls on their back porch. Rebecca and her young, Evey, Atlas and Arlo.
Tony finesses the details as we prepare to capture the Tony Chestnut SS20 collection.
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.
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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.
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The Stolen Child by W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939


Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

April 14, 2020

Transplanted

Oh the joy of a new playground to explore under the warm sun!
Gus knows were all the best playgrounds are.
Happy to be reunited with my bud.
Boy runs free while dad reflects at a standstill. 
Happy as a goose in shit at Deer Lake.
Toothy grins for these vacationers.
Typical brother antics! Leo and Gus :)
Love this troupe of characters. Best hosts! 
Preschool commuters.
Wandering and observing the goings-on of East Van. 
Portrait with mom at Deep Cove.
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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.

IDP's Olympus sweet 16 cam / Delta 400
Vancouver, BC; February 2020