Strange times

Files of the unknown. Found a lost sleeve of negatives and scanned them back to life! These images were shot roughly around the same time towards the end of autumn 2012. 

Strange photos/ strange locations/ strange film: Kodak 400-2TMY

Spring slice

Moon

Twenty seven and going strong! Here is to another great year of learning and living. Lord knows what the twenty seventh trip around the sun will bring!

Leo and I began this day with peanut butter toast, many espresso, Dr. Seuss and Lauryn Hill on full blast. Boyboy's word du jour? Moon. Moon. Moon. Moon. Child of my soul, he knows me well by now. A new word is the greatest gift!

This is us, real time.

Kitchen Work

Colin works the line.

Head Chef Aron and Hank take a milk crate break.

A real fish out of water.

Madge on pasta duty. Photo. Aron Epp

Mystery kitchen shot through the rolling rack. Photo. ???

Kitchen camera: Yashica rangefinder with flashkit/ October through December 2012/ Tmax 400.

These images are the result of leaving a camera on a shelf at eye level for a good month in the beautiful kitchen of Elements on Portage. You never know who will approach a photographic moment when a camera is close at hand. Shoot this thing! Kitchen portrait photography inspires me.

The top shot of my mate Colin is strong. He is a rare beauty. Receiving that shot took many moons. Thanks McIlwain.

Breaking trail

As a woman who has spent a fair portion of time walking around in nature, this particular journey alongside, behind, in front of Craig, my cousin Jen and her guy Jesse was one of the most epic walk-ins to date. Jen's family owns the Sugar Shack deep down in the Pembina Valley and they are very, very generous as to how and with whom they share it.

Craig's big beauty of a grin in the second image spells it right out. Good trip! The photos in this series are straight off a roll of Ektar 100 in consecutive order in which they were shot. High sun and crisp air.

The snow was too deep and soft to sled through so we strapped on our rookie snowshoes, piled our bags on our backs, slipped flasks into breast pockets and forged ahead through the most beautiful terrain together. This land is special. This land makes me proud to call Manitoba home.

This land is part of my soul.

Yesterday I saw my sister swinging serenely in a hammock across the globe. Morning for her, nighttime for me. It is plain as day that is the land of her soul. She knows it, feels it and breathes it. Thailand is her place.

The valley is my place to feel free. With the city left behind, the fire becomes the focus. We cook and eat simply, we laugh and drink and walk together or alone. The big black dog takes time to cover ground, marking territory in between bounding wild and free in long strides like a dog is supposed to do.

When I look in that little mirror, I see the face of a woman I miss. The valley was her place too. I suppose that is why I return each time, searching for clues of her soul.

Funcraft

On the road with the Funcraft. Friday night began with a divine Maxi salad, a hair chop, a nice bottle of rouge and great company. It ended with a bright exhibition by Kenneth in plaid, a house pitstop followed by a trip to the Albert where I met an interesting mohawk man by the name of Davison (sadly my camera was emptied of it's contents by that point...).

Fleur de givre

Scollage for Printemps

A trip to the Asian supermarket with my ma inspired these scanner collages. New papers together with found scraps and transparencies lying within reach of the worktable. Great afternoon. Today felt like Spring. 

Let the hootin' and hollerin' begin 

Let the hootin' and hollerin' begin 

Let the hootin' and hollerin' begin 

Cry your eyes out or give your head a shake and then press on.