Monday, April 26, 2010

The Stories Left Untold

Another photo from the ghost town, Baclava, in the Ottawa Valley. Inside the old mill, shot through a portal in the door (a broken plank let me peek inside with my camera). The low light forced me to shoot this with a very high ISO in order to get the detail inside. The 'grittiness' or grain caused by the high ISO adds to the flavor of the shot.

[ f/10, 1/20, 18mm, ISO 2000 ]


In addition to the light that played so well through the interior, and the abandonned character of this scene, I was really drawn to the picnic table. Of all the elements here, this one gave substance to the workers that labored here.

a picnic table is an opportunity

to share a meal
to rest a weary back
to be a friend
to brag about the children
to console a grieving husband
to laugh about the weekend socials
to solve a family crisis

to form community

peer quietly into the space
and
hear the sound of tools
hear the laughter
hear the fatigue

hope thrived here
pride lived here
boys became men here

amidst these ruins
their spirit
still lives here

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Broken Windows, Broken Dreams

I spent an afternoon exploring an old mill town that is now abandonned. A few buildings remain standing, providing some testament to those that lived and worked there.

[ f/10, 1/100, 155mm, ISO 200 ]


shades of red and blue

oh walls
once solid
now bleeding through

how appropriate
these colours seem to me

i see the hue
of clear blue skies;
an invitation
for dreams to rise

i see red

blood soaked sweat instead

from they

whose hands
that built

these shelters
that now do wilt

and they

whose spirit permeates
and ever so cruelly

dominates

in every shattered beam
the broken remnants

of their broken dream

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Sunday, April 11, 2010

Spring Crocus

Spring... finally! Viewed from just across Parliament Hill in Ottawa.

[ f/16, 1/125, 16mm, ISO 200 ]


i lie on my belly
and look through the crocus beds
emerge
from the cold winter
into a fresh perspective

it is finally spring
renewal
freshness
colour instead of greys and browns

i breathe in
the scent of grass
and
the faint perfume of simple dreams

that only exist
indeed persist
in the spring
of the changing seasons
in winter climates

where hope endures

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Sunday, April 4, 2010

Sigh - lo

There is an almost spiritual attraction to old rural buildings, even when they are in their last days...

[ f/11, 1/200, 116mm, ISO 200 ]


as age starts to crumble my bones
and my sagging spirit laments with quiet moans

i cannot but wonder if
someone passing by will see
and wish to record
the beauty still left in me

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