Monthly Archives: August 2011

ride. dance. skate.

Exposing the city’s young emerging artists, performers and skaters
at an urban festival is not only a treat for the audience, but candy for
the camera too.

my guitar gently weeps…

…probably because it has been so long since I picked her up. I wanted
her for so long and when I finally learned how to make her sound pretty,
I gave up again. She has had fleeting moments in my hands as of late and
certain songs I never forget how to play. I like to make lists of many more I
dream of learning. The least I could do is take her photograph and maybe
again soon I will have it in me to play her, this time for real.




my little lovelies.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way.

~Pablo Neruda


a northern exposure. (part 2)

“Whomsoever I’ve cured I’ve sickened now.
Whomsoever I’ve cradled I’ve put you down.
I’m a search light soul they say
but I can’t see it in the night.
I’m only faking when I get it right.
Cause I fell on black days.
How would I know
that this could be my fate…”

It was in every town then and still is now. The grunge rock era that came out of Seattle in the early nineties shaped my formative years. Proclaiming at the age of 16 that we had experienced all life had to offer after seeing Pearl Jam live pretty much sums up our naiveté, our angst and the powerful grip this music had on a generation (thank god for my one friend in town who had MTV!). I’ll never forget those plaid flannel coats, black and white grunge-inspired photo shoots at Lover’s Lane, concert t-shirts, and painting that mural on the grade nine classroom wall while playing our tapes on the ghetto blaster until they melted with heat. My trip to Edmonton let me re-live a small part of those days at a concert that, although it was missing the loud guitar riffs and mosh pit, it was both nostalgic and surreal. The morning after the show, grunge was calling my camera too…


a northern exposure. (part 1)

Road trips to Edmonton are always a good idea. This time, with a nostalgic
concert on the agenda, I made the most of my journey by bringing along my
camera. I had some time to kill the morning after the show and took a walk
downtown.  I headed for the pristine cultural hub first, but grunge was
on my mind.  I didn’t have to look too far to get my fix, just as one might expect
from our capital city. Stay tuned for part 2 to enjoy all the dirty details…


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