Category Archives: From My Wall

White v. Red: Remembering what Remembrance Day is about

There’s a move on now to turn Remembrance Day in Ontario into a holiday. I don’t think it’s a good idea, for the same reason I think people in Ottawa are misguided to think it’s cool to sell white poppies … Continue reading

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Finding Shambhala On A Mother’s Shoulder

. There is nothing so self-unaware, self-unconscious, so blissed out as a (non-teething) baby. They don’t even really exist, physically, to their own senses… I’d imagine the first six months of being a baby would be a lot like living … Continue reading

Posted in Everyday Stuff, Family, Family Events, From My Wall, Photography, Portraits, Shambhala, Vankleek Hill Photos, Victor | 3 Comments

Almost Like Art | Christine On The Street

. Of all the photos I’ve ever taken, and some of of them have been pretty sweet, this one is my favourite. It’s the b/w contrast, the way Christine is standing, how she’s looking at the camera, her eyeliner, the … Continue reading

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Something Wickedly Overpriced This Way Comes

. I haven’t walked through the gates of my hometown summer fair since I was a kid… and, from what I remember, back then we mostly crawled through a hole in the fence separating the fair grounds from my friends … Continue reading

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Gas Pump Stinger

. Wasps don’t care about you, all they want is a long line of fat ants to munch on and the occasional wasp versus wasp battle royal so they can cannibalize one of their buddies. As long as you’re not … Continue reading

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Burning My Way Into Shambhala

. How to dispose of something in a meaningful way, at least in a way relevant to the feelings associated to the object, is a tricky thing. Most of the time you only get one chance to do it right, … Continue reading

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