foto friday – before & after

In the end, the real value of a photograph is as a document. Everything else is window dressing.

I’m not sure where I first heard this, but I’ve had alot of time to think about it over the years and I would have to agree. No matter what. Cropped, clipped, mangled, or manipulated, photographs are ultimately a very personal document. Sometimes it can shed light on our condition and sometimes it’s just a picture.

There’s something special about the whole field of before and after photos that just never gets old. I never tire of stumbling across the welcome surprise of someone who took the time to properly document some change. It never fails to put a smile on my face.

And althought these shots are not great, they’re my current contribution. The before from the 14th of February and the after from the nite before last.

A day later the room is complete and awaiting it’s final ‘beauty’ shot.








It’s also the reason I haven’t been posting. This is only one of at least five rooms to undergo this kind of transformation in the last month. Our house goes on the market in a couple of days and between the packing, remodelling and organization, there is precious little time for much else.


foto friday on saturday – sail away

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Had to pack up my bikes today and say goodbye to the one’s with motors. Wet weather with a biting wind makes March the month of kites and all things that struggle and toss against a line. Some times it’s a worthwhile experience to cut the string and watch it sail away into the stormy clouds.


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foto-friday-sketches: on saturday



A couple of sketches from a day long trek in the woods this week.

The snow is finally deep enough to get out the snowshoes. Breaking trail on a path is mostly OK but you’re quickly knee deep the second you step off to explore.

The wind has scattered seeds galore across the open white. There are signs of winter deer and the tiny feet of field mice accompanying mine as we traipse about the landscape. The birds seem to have mostly disappeared but it could have been my ears.

We lost most of this whiteness over the course of a couple of hours yesterday in our annual January thaw. A burst of warm damp air swelling up from the Gulf of Mexico and desperately pushing the leading edge of cold back towards the north.

It never lasts long, the temperatures plummeting back down to -15°C from a high of +13°C earlier in the day. It is truly surprising to watch a change of nearly 30°C  between breakfast and supper.

Temperature is a funny thing. Relative it seems to our spirit, sunshine and the amount of dampness in the air.

At any rate, we’re back into winter and the increasing amount of light says that spring is just around the corner. Cheers et à bientôt !