Tuesday, July 12, 2011

iPhone photography

It's odd to me how some people think making images with an iPhone is somehow "cheating" or "too easy" or "not real photography". All photographs are manipulated. A camera is a camera, a machine that fixes the effects of light on a medium. A post-processing "app" is a darkroom. Just not so smelly. So while I have some admiration for purists and curmudgeons and luddites for their staunch stubbornness and pinhole vision, I will embrace any invention that makes life more fun and allows me to do what I want to do and doesn't spoil the planet. Maybe iPhones + apps put creative possibilities in too many grubby hands; maybe camera gadgetry and darkroom alchemy sent us down a sinful and impure path from the beginning; and maybe any art that isn't scratched into a cave wall with a rock is too damned easy. But I don't think so.

(see more iPhotos by clicking here)

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Lorna and the puppy and the new life

Lorna and Ben married and moved to Theodore, Saskatchewan. They were the town's first doctor and nurse. The townsfolk got them started with a tiny house. Everyone was happy, even the puppy "Colonel".

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Going for a ride

Early in her nursing career Lorna met Ben, a young doctor who was just getting out of the army. He had a sporty green roadster.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Lorna becomes a Nurse

As soon as she could, my mother left her stepbrothers' farm in Saskatchewan, and returned to Winnipeg where she became a nurse. That's her older sister Eda's first born, George.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Lorna with Skis

Not very hilly in Saskatchewan, but those were long winters.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Lorna and the Calves

As a teenager, my mother lived on her step-brothers' farm on the border of Saskatchewan and Alberta. Three adults: Anton, Gunnar and Maggie. And my mom. And the animals.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Lorna and Dollie

My mother age 16 with her horse Dollie, whom she loved.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Lorna and Ben falling in love in Vancouver

This is my mother and my father before I was born.

This is the last of my daily posts for a while. I am going to visit my father, who is 94 - today!!

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Nibble on they tiny feet..

“Love to eat them photogs,
Photogs what I love to eat.
Bite they little heads off…
Nibble on they tiny feet.”

— with acknowledgement - and apologies - to B. Kliban

Friday, March 25, 2011

roll 'em

The gambling known as business looks with austere disfavor upon the business known as gambling.  ~Ambrose Bierce

Saturday, March 5, 2011

blue valentine

revisiting this, the first image posted in this daily series 40 days ago