On an outing to Nose Hill Park in Calgary recently, I was struck by how trees were taking over an old road that had once been paved.
Nikon F4S, 17mm/3.5 Tamron SP lens
Kentmere 100 film
I don’t normally post more than one post a day, but this is not a normal day. Yesterday we went to Stanley Park in Vancouver, and walked through a forest of huge cedars. Everywhere we saw fallen trees, giants that had come crashing down, or stumps of trees that had to be cut down for one reason or another. In this sense, the forest was a cemetery.
And yet wherever a giant tree had fallen, new trees, new life was flourishing; amidst the chaos of decay, hope for the future, proof that life endures. So not a cemetery, but proof that life, and hope, cannot be held back.
On my recent walk through High Park, I was struck in this one spot by the amount of light coming through, silhouetting the trees.
Hasselblad 500C/M, 50mm/4 Distagon lens
Kodak Portra 400 film
Sometimes an image surprises me. Last Saturday afternoon before a concert I had a little while after the rehearsal to wander around with my Hasselblad. I didn’t finish the roll until earlier today (a couple of attempts at self-portraits: the less said the better). I don’t even remember taking this image but the darkness of the forest in this image really struck me; is the shard of sunlight coming through enough to overcome it? It’s funny when an image hits close to home.
Hasselblad 500 C/M, 80mm/2.8 Planar lens
Rollei RPX 400 film stand developed in Rodinal