Category Archives: Urban photography
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, a set on Flickr.
Heading south, the Monarch’s enjoy a snack in our garden before crossing Lake Ontario
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’, 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.
After the frenetic freeways and screaming subways, I invite you to slip into something more comfortable, a kayak for example, and come down the Humber River in Toronto. Here, the cranes have wings and like their privacy and quiet. In a kayak, I share their place, not quite trusted by these locals, but tolerated as long as I don’t disturb the neighborhood. I can do that – it’s worth it.
In autumn, on the north shore of Lake Ontario in the gardens of our neighbourhood, the ‘butterfly bush’ Buddleja serves up its best to the Monarch butterflies gathering for their migration.
Here, in downtown streets walls and towers loom and traffic echoes, a chaotic din.
There, on sapphire waters sailing hulls chatter and rigging clatters, call and response.
I open the wall from chaos to song.
I’m lucky to live near a large population of swans. I find their graceful lines and movements hypnotic, and can easily stay put in any weather to watch them, with or without a camera in hand. I’m linking you here for the first time to my Swans page, which will, I expect, become one of the recurring themes in my photo posts.