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This is my friend Camilla, she was born and raised in Finland but lived in Canada for a few years while she was in university. The first time we met was during a game of pool in a bar in Toronto’s Little Italy. Over the next year Camilla and I had many, many late night conversations and visits in her backyard listening to raccoons. But the only thing I could think of to get our first conversation started was asking what kind of bear was tattooed on her lower back. The “lower back” being just above a person’s ass our conversation was just as awkward as it sounds. I think it turned out to be a brown bear. [it was a brown bear, and it was on her shoulder. Which is even more awkward… now.]
Technical Stuff: There’s something ‘elemental’ about this shot. I cropped it to get rid of some dead space. I took three shots altogether, basically separated by a few seconds. I would have taken more, but the flies were already getting to Camilla and I was pretty sure if she had stayed there any longer brushing flies away from their eyes the horses were coming through the fence.
There’s a very defined edge to my little village… once you get past the last row of houses you’re walking into miles of open fields surrounded by acres of forest. So on the western edge of town, in between two houses, is a space where these horses can come right up to the street, and the only thing keeping them from breaking into the village and into a murderous rampage from weeks of having their eyes packed with flies, is a rusted wire fence suspended between rotted out stumps. Their attack is inevitable, which is why I think we should be building walls to keep us protected. Think of the children.
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