Out of sight

My gym acquired new equipment recently. The gym was closed for a week while it was installed. We were all wondering how it would work out. Better machines, more space, different colours...

I ran into Joe in the change room shortly there after. Joe is blind. He comes in and works out while his seeing-eye-dog lies to the side sleeping. It dawned on me how the complete disruption of the gym's layout might hamper Joes movement within. He agreed, it was a huge deal for him.

Politique

Roland of Politique asked if I'd shoot some photos for their upcoming album release.


We decided to shoot on a downtown Ottawa rooftop, natural light and a reflector. We did get some good shots. Roland kindly dropped off the CD on my doorstep yesterday. Looks fantastic. You've got to checkout some of the reviews of the album.

Sleeve

I have always liked change. I drive down different streets to get to the same place, order something new on the menu, look up words in the dictionary as future literary fodder. Try to keep the mind working and thinking. Mix it up.

My right shoulder is sore from a gym injury. It is now easier to put on a shirt or jacket right-arm-first. My usual technique, as I've found out having become cognizant of my actions via this injury, is left-arm-first. Try it. Which ever way you dress, reverse it. Let me know.

Andrew Morrow

I just received an email from Patrick Mikhail Gallery promoting an upcoming exhibit by Andrew Morrow. Crazy wonderful paintings.

As the City of Toronto has advised, "View discretion is advised".

Weed cutting

Tom recently came up to the cottage to cut the weeds. I did a time lapse still photo video of the process.

Holt Renfrew

I used to shoot advertising photography for Holt Renfrew in Toronto. I would keep track of the technical aspects of a shoot by pasting polaroid test shots in a sketch book. I recently found one such book and scanned this page.

We need the eggs

Colin dropped off a dozen of his farm fresh eggs this week. They taste real, like a carrot from the garden.


This from Annie Hall, 1977.
...this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs."

Bundy/Sommervill/Law 2009

Killing time at Riverside Hospital