“At the lake”, is the expression Canadians use to say they left the city to some place in the country, preferably with some water to dive into and a roof of some kind for the night. The expression is a little vague, just as my interpretation of it.
When I first arrived in Canada, now a little more than a decade ago, this expression left me puzzled. Did everyone in this country have a second house near a lake? My geography in school had shown me that Manitoba had TWO lakes…
Summer is back. And with it, the summer skies that some will chase to the end of the world. Or at least until the end of the night… Lately we have been treated to the first dramatic skies of the season. A series of storms passing close by over south-east Manitoba.
As is often the case, the best way to get a view of those skies is to not be underneath them.
A bit of a cheesy title in this period of the year, right? Bridges can be beautiful works of art or exceedingly boring structures. Most bridges have a story to them, how they came into existence, what happened and when.
While the bridges portrayed in the movie “A bridge too far” are not in this post, somehow the events of those days have brought this blog into being. Had it not been for the Canadians liberating The Netherlands, I might not have existed at all…
The “edge” is always a place for change. Any kind of change and the edge is not always a physical one. Lately we have been forced to the edge of human endurance, or so it seems. Some people comply, others struggle, again others, they have gone over it, never to return.
The history of mankind has been strewn with times of success and times of near-extinction. Yet today’s pandemic is presented as a near-extinction event, while it barely registers on the scale of humankind.
When you arrive in a new place with a camera in your hand, chances are that you will shoot plenty of frames. Even ones that you will remove later. Today, with this quarantine business all over the world, never mind at home, there is little chance of travelling anywhere in the foreseeable future.
Not that I had many plans for travel, but it’s always nice to dream. Yet, the idea stuck in my head. Why do we shoot plenty in new places and struggle to shoot in well-known ones?