Sometimes I am surprised by my darker side- and it often comes out in my art. I am actually a fairly bright and optimistic person in real life, I have a strong faith and I believe in all things pure and good…. and I usually avoid all things dark and scary. But sometimes my dark side comes out- either in my very dark sense of humour (I find alot of things funny at funerals, and death in general) or sometimes I get a bit dark in my photography or other artistic creation. I love punk and goth fashion (although I don’t wear it myself) I love broken windows and abandoned buildings and decrepit warehouses.
Today I saw a really cool image on HiFi TV- a show called “Behind the Camera”. It was a photographer who did a self portrait, but in a mosaic style. In the strange and meandering, path that artistic trains of thought tend to take, that got me thinking of window panes, particularly one photo I had of a broken warehouse window. And then I got to thinking about what I could put behind that window… so I put two photos together, played with transparancy, colour and saturation, and then added a paint effect. Somehow, though I didn’t start out with a dark vision, it ended up being a little bit creepy. I still think her eyes are quite beautiful though, and there’s something very lonely and vulnerable about the way she is staring out from behind broken glass.
It was a merge of these two photos:
Also as an aside, this post might increase my web traffic. According to my blog stats, at least 5 people have found me by searching for Zombies. Apparently Zombies are a popular topic on the interweb with the young folk today.
This is part two of my Trash the Dress Project.
for Part ONE Check out Biker Bridal Attitude in an earlier blog post.
This was my first wedding dress. It was 1994, I was young… but alas, it didn’t work out, and the dress has been stored away for years. When I stumbled upon it recently, I decided that I needed to do SOMETHING with it. Donating it to Value Village didn’t seem right… nobody – not even a stranger – should get married in a dress that’s a product of DIVORCE (not once but TWICE…while I was still married, I loaned it to a friend who had no money to buy a dress of her own… and she’s divorced too!!!!)
So, instead of just letting it sit there and be eaten by moths, I decided that there MUST be a creative outlet… and of course there WAS. I found not one but TWO willing models, and took some cool Harley Shots with my friend Karin- then I got really crazy with my 18 year old friend Lexi who was willing to do just about anything. Cool coincidence… the dress is just as old as she is.
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Cuddling newborns is such a wonderful part of my job as a photographer! This little guy is such a sweetie pie, and only five days old! He’s going to grow up to be so very handsome! Couldn’t you just pick him up and cuddle him all day? Toes are always my favourite! To see more […]
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Meet Rosanne and Jeff. They’re just as nice and as sweet as they look! Last week we got rained on just as we met in the parking lot, so this week we were THRILLED to have lovely evening sun for our walk through the waterfront park. I can’t wait for their outdoor fall wedding, on […]
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I was at the park today, sitting on a bench, a few minutes early for an engagement session, and suddenly I found myself surrounded by ducks. Ducks are a pretty common sight here on the Lake Ontario/St Lawrence River shoreline, so I hadn’t thought much about them before. Today though, I noticed that one had […]
I love fire.
Wait… that sounds a bit like the confessions of an arsonist. Let me rephrase that.
I love campfires.
I actually love everything about camping- but at the apex of the camp experience is the campfire.
It’s where everyone comes together at the end of a long day, kids and parents, friends, neighbours. There are no prerequisite skills- there is no need to paddle to keep up, to be brave enough to jump off the rock, to be strong enough to hold on to a tube (upon which you are precariously and terrifyingly clutching whilst being dragged by a boat at ridiculous life endangering speed), or even to BE anything except be there. You can talk, or not. Sing, or not. Roast marshmallows, or not. You can sit, or stand it doesn’t matter. (I’ve found that boys like to hold sticks and poke at the logs regardless of their age, but you don’t have to do that either if you don’t want)
The campfire is a place of late nights, warding off the chill of the evening air, resisting sleep for a few more minutes, another hour or two, cherishing the experience, holding onto the moment. Staring at the fire relaxes people, opens them up, invites sharing, welcomes both raucous laughter and reflective silence – often periods of both at the same fireside.
I spent just an afternoon and evening at my favourite campground yesterday- Bon Echo Provincial Park near Cloyne Ontario. Circumstances this year didn’t allow my usual extended camping trip- just a visit to a friend’s site, but even a short time there was soothing.
It was more of a quiet, reflective fire last night, and as we stared side my side at the dancing flames, my friend and I decided to have some fun with our cameras, trying to capture the essence of the fire with different shutter speeds. I couldn’t help but notice the many images the seem to form moment-by-moment as the fire leapt and crackled. It seems no wonder to me that medieval artists formed flame-like brush-strokes to illustrate dragons and demons… the images just seemed to magically appear and vanish before my eyes.
What do you see within these fiery images?
This first set was taken at 1/2000, f2.8, ISO 250.
Not all images look scary though… this one reminds me of a cute garden gnome.
The next two I took at 0.3 sec exposure, and I had to move my ISO all the way down to 64.
I love that the longer shutter speed blurs the light into brighter, happier, dancing figures.
My very good longtime friend Karin is a real biker. Just knowing her makes me about a thousand times cooler. Years ago we worked together in our small-town theatre, and we’ve remained friends.
Recently I came up with a photoshoot idea. My wedding dress from my first marriage (1994!) has been sitting in a Rubbermaid tote in my garage for years- before that it was in a tote in my parent’s basement. I needed to do something with it….I briefly tried convincing one of my teenage sons to wear it as a Hallowe’en costume- I had visions of their teenage hockey friends dressing up as a Zombie Bride and wedding party complete with shredded formal wear. Unfortunately, my boys were not quite up for that…. and so the gown just sat there.
I got to thinking though- I absolutely LOVE trash-the-dress bridal sessions, so why not trash this dress?? There is something kind of cathartic (and fun) in this decision for me. I decided to ask my facebook friends for someone who would fit into it….(I certainly don’t… I was just 20 when I wore it!!!)…someone willing to be creative and not be afraid of getting dirty. I got two volunteers. Both ladies are so very different, so very unique, so very beautiful…. and so I came up with a two part concept. This is part one…. and the dress remained mostly intact. (Not for long….it’s going to be destroyed very soon!!!! Stay tuned….)
You have to appreciate the frou-frou lace of the 90’s.
oh, look at that bow…
The very cool “full circle moment” backstory to this session is that Karin wore a wedding dress on a Harley for her first wedding. This is my first wedding dress. We both agree we’re much happier married this time around to our wonderful second “forever” husbands.