December, 2009 Archives

Toys

December 29th, 2009 Permalink

I ride bikes. I have since I can remember. I’ve been told of a story where I rode my bike down the center line of a busy Saskatoon street when I was three or so. I grew up near the BMX race track. My days were spent jumping dirt. As I got older I kept […]




I ride bikes. I have since I can remember. I’ve been told of a story where I rode my bike down the center line of a busy Saskatoon street when I was three or so. I grew up near the BMX race track. My days were spent jumping dirt. As I got older I kept going to the track. Then I met some guys who introduced me to street riding. Soon the pegs were on the bike, parts were trashed, new stuff put on. Through out it all the only constant was having fun and jumping things. Styles came and went, but my love for biking never faded.

Looking at my bike now, I see that my ride is a little trashed. Probably time to put some cash in and get some new and lighter parts. If I take this thing to China, I might as well get it as light as I can…

December 23rd, 2009 Permalink

Quite often I feel lucky. Lucky that I get to share in peoples lives. As I document them, they are letting me see a side of them that many others may not see. I hear stories of their lives, stories of hardship, stories of love. I’ve met people from all walks of life. I’ve met […]

Quite often I feel lucky. Lucky that I get to share in peoples lives. As I document them, they are letting me see a side of them that many others may not see. I hear stories of their lives, stories of hardship, stories of love.

I’ve met people from all walks of life. I’ve met the poorest of the poor and people that have seven figure incomes. Everyone from dairy farmers in Saskatchewan to Elvis impersonators in Ontario to homeless children in Laos.

Every person that I have met has a story. It is my job and my joy to take these stories and spread them to others.

I am a listener. I have always been like this. Quiet. I am the guy who sits across the table and asks questions, listens and digs deeper for more information. A cross between a bartender and a soft shoulder. My ears are always open. I don’t judge. I take both sides of the story and come out with my own interpretation. I make it as unbiased as I can.

In the studio, this happens less. I still hear stories, however more than anything it is to understand the person that I am photographing. People put on masks. Masks make for bad portraits. I have to dig deep and get to the real person. Sometimes this is easy, but usually it takes time. I generally write off the first three shots.

But in the end, I always leave satisfied. I get my shot and I hear good stories. Not always exciting like a Hurricane Katrina survivor, but always just as important.

This Posts for You

December 9th, 2009 Permalink

So this post is dedicated to Denis and Dree, who have just stepped up to the world of hi-speed internet. Yes, these two were on dial-up until this week. I remember back in the days before the internet. Logging onto BBS’s and downloading pictures and programs. Always worrying about someone picking up the phone and […]

So this post is dedicated to Denis and Dree, who have just stepped up to the world of hi-speed internet. Yes, these two were on dial-up until this week.

I remember back in the days before the internet. Logging onto BBS’s and downloading pictures and programs. Always worrying about someone picking up the phone and killing the download. Those were the days.

On a somewhat related note, I have been playing around with Linux again on my mini-itx computer. Not a fan on the thing so it is whisper silent. Oh yea, and it runs off a 64 mb CF card instead of a hard drive. fun times.

The Biggest Letdown A.K.A. The Riders.

December 1st, 2009 Permalink

Danielle preps a bread bowl. ————————————————————————– Brian makes bacon. ————————————————————————– Everyone give a big ol’ thumbs up for Danielle and Brian’s food. ————————————————————————– Michelle shows her distaste for the camera. ————————————————————————– We win!!!!!!!!!!! ————————————————————————– Oh, wait. Scratch that. We loose… ————————————————————————– So this weekend was the big finale for CFL. Riders vs. Al’s. And in […]

Danielle preps a bread bowl.
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Brian makes bacon.
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Everyone give a big ol’ thumbs up for Danielle and Brian’s food.
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Michelle shows her distaste for the camera.
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We win!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh, wait. Scratch that. We loose…
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So this weekend was the big finale for CFL. Riders vs. Al’s. And in true form, we bungle it at the final second on a technicality. Too many players on the turf. We had the win, then we tossed it out the window. Good job boys.As you can see, I set up the remote cam again and snapped away while the game was going on. I present to you a selection from the night.

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On a different thread. I am an organizer. Whne it comes to my desk, things need to be in their place. I think it is a mild OCD type thing. It only seems to apply to my work areas though. I NEED a neat and tidy desk. Clutter drives me nuts.

Because of this trait, I have a large collection of bags. Especially camera bags. I am always on the search for a better bag. The thing is, every outing requires a different bag. That is why the search always continues. The stupid thing is that when I am actually photographing, I just sling the cameras over my shoulder, it’s just in the transit stage that I use the bags. Where am I going with this? I have no idea. What is the cure? There isn’t one.