Market Photography

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I find markets difficult to photograph. There’s just too much going on between the whirl of people and confusing jumble of produce, meat, bread and Genuine Home-Made Knick Knacksā„¢. Finding a subject to focus the viewers eye on within the mad mess of people can be frustrating.

It’s particularly frustrating considering I’m also absolutely certain there are great photos to be taken at markets in general.

This has led me down another path. Maybe the churning of crowd and commerce itself should be the focus of the photo. Every landscape photographer since the beginning of photography has smoothed out a river by slowing down their shutter speed, maybe the same concept could apply to Edmonton’s crowded downtown market. And nothing says slow like a pinhole camera. Also, the everything not quite in focus look can help impart the feeling of distraction one feels when wandering amongst the booths.

These are the first couple of photos of what may turn into a project.

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Won’t Somebody Think of the Fabric!

dumpsterpants Oh dumpster jeans, you are the denim equivalent of a discarded pet. What kind of monster takes the time to break you in, to get your seat to fit just right for their ample behind, only to leave you hanging over the side of the nearest waste containment unit?The shame you must feel (in your albeit non-existent textile mind) is not deserved. No, the shame belongs only to the person who so casually destroyed the most intimate relationship one can experience in modern society, the relationship between a person and their most comfortable pair of pants.

But do not fear, your pain has not gone unnoticed. This is a clear call to action. We, the pants wearing public, must rise up and protect our treasured garments. No more can we sit casually by while old t-shirts are used as cleaning rags. Never again will we cut up clothing to satisfy our Halloween costume needs. We will not abide the casual abandonment of another pair of well worn jeans.

Over the years our clothes have given us warmth and comfort. The least we can do is treat them with some dignity.

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Welcome to Grey Sky Country

“Aaah yeah, now that was a nice hibernation. Well, time to blog. Let’s just get a look a what’s going on out there…Aw fuck.”

greyskies What happened mother nature? You used to be cool. Or, more accurately, you used to be cool in the winter and hot in the summer, with varying points of temperature and atmospheric conditions in between. But those days are long gone, aren’t they?

You see, I have this sunny happy memory of spending early spring days feeling the warm sun on my face. There’s this simple ritual I’ve been missing the past couple of years. The ritual involves the act of walking around outside on a late march day and not wearing a toque. I miss those days.

I don’t know, maybe everybody has this collective false memory of the ideal weather patterns of our childhood. Maybe the ideal weather for any given season has never actually occurred. We just assume it’s happened in the past because we think that’s how it became known as the typical seasonal weather pattern. All I know is every morning since the supposed start of spring I’ve stared out my front window at the cruel grey skies of a winter that still holds Alberta in it’s grasp.

Well, regardless of the current state of cold, it’s time I got off my frigid ass and did some work. Time to get writing.

 

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Inappropriately Timed Christmas Card

crappiestxmascard Okay, it’s bad enough the mall I work in began to play Christmas Carols yesterday. It’s even weirder that Santa has already arrived in said mall. But this morning a ‘Happy Holiday’s’ style card dropped off by my paperboy left me a little flummoxed .

I am serious. I just received a Christmas Card in mid-November from my paperboy. He even signed it paperboy. What’s the matter paperboy? You wish to express your heartfelt wishes for my well-being but you can’t bring yourself to tell me your name? Oh well, in my mind you will remain ‘That guy I never see who drops stuff off at my front door’.

Great, and now I’ve used the oh-so ironic quotation marks three times in this post. Premature Christmas-ing has lead me to utilize an over-used and hackneyed form of expression. Am I the only one who thinks this is way too early to start putting up the cheery Christmas related decorations? I mean, Remembrance Days was only 3 days ago. Can’t we give the veterans a little more time to bask in our collective attention before we become obsessed with Christmas gifts?

I wasn’t born a scrooge. But give me a few more years of this November Christmas cheer and I think I could probably out bah-humbug the best of them.

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