Category Archives: Photography

Valparaiso, Chile

Valparaiso, city of street artists

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Muskoka – Taboo Resort

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Muskoka – Taboo Resort, a set on Flickr.

North of Toronto about 2 hours by highway (on a good winter day), the summer vacation area of Muskoka has a special attraction in winter too.
Travelling on x-country skis, I explored a golf course in it’s winter rest. The sand traps have become snow traps where fantastical forms wrap and transform the contours. The fairways become canvases for the sun and bare trees to paint an ever-shifting abstract pattern.

Tomato in the rain

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Tomato in the rain, a set on Flickr.

Spring, hot and rain
Summer, cool and rain
September tomato in the rain,
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for some one
To take him home

Monarch’s Garden

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Monarch’s Garden, a set on Flickr.

Heading south, the Monarch’s enjoy a snack in our garden before crossing Lake Ontario

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White King

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White King

White King on Flickr, the second photo set of my sculptures inspired by Chess

Sculpture – Mother of Queens

For the past 1-1/2 year, I have been concentrating on sculpture.  Much of what I have done is virtually impossible to photograph, but I will publish some of my recent work that is more accessible to a camera.  The subjects of the first posts are pieces inspired by Chess, made  with the advice and support of  mentors at Al Green Sculpture Studio in Toronto

Mother of Queens-8033102‘Mother of Queens’, on my Flickr site, was the prototype for a complete collection of chess pieces.  She was in that sense the mother of them all, and she was the inspiration for the Queen of the set.

At the moment, she stands at the mouth of the harbour of Humber Bay, Toronto.  Is she a guardian, or is she a waiting soul remembering someone lost?  Maybe both; none of us is simple, and the longer we are around the more tangled is our gestalt until, perhaps, we free ourselves of our complexities.  Regardless, she shows her age, her experience, her wisdom.

Later, you will meet her progeny, freshly minted and looking, perhaps, as she did at one time.

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Cars and Bikes, Canada Day weekend, Kincardine

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Cars & Bikes on flickr