In My Back Pocket - Photography
'It is not what you look at that matters. It's what you see.' – Henry David Thoreau
Summer Look-back
Summer images remind of other photos yet to edit and look back through. With our Ford F-150 we pulled our Tracer Ultra-lite southward from High Level, camping around Alberta – Edmonton, Pigeon Lake, Gull Lake, Hinton, Jasper, Banff, Nanton and Red Deer. We saw cousins and family. We enjoyed an afternoon, with my father in assistive care – out among the flower gardens. We explored the regions we camped in in a more settled way, always having a familiar, yet temporary, home to return to at day’s end. We got out to the Calgary Stampede and my daughter got me on a sky-lift tram – a first for us both. My daughter attended dance camp. I cycled in Jasper National park along highways and upon cycling / hiking trails – the Maligne Lake canyon and trails 4 & 7. I cycled in Banff National park and up to the Johnson Canyon. I attended a conference with our trailer.
Quote to Consider – “It is always the instantaneous reaction to oneself that produces a photograph.” – Robert Frank
Listening to – The Candid Frame podcast and an interview with Andrea Francolini, an Australian sport yachting / sailing photographer and his charitable work in Northern Pakistan setting up and supporting a school – ‘My First School.’
In My Back Pocket - Photography 
Great images – thank you. You have reminded to look for the beauty in all things
Hey there, Maureen:
The reminder is not just for you – me too; you’ve also recalled the idea (perhaps the same) that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder.’
Good schtuff! Thank you, too.
And you always seem to find the cars that are left behind. 🙂
Hey there, Jim:
Left behind – definitely. For me these rusting relics engage my imagination, memory and play … there’s always what they still might become; there’s the story of what they once were and who drove them; there’s memory of being a child and practicing driving with my cousins in left behind relics and all that driving allowed way back then in the sixties. This image recalls so much – my first night driving with my driver’s license at age 16; then there’s the year preceding University driving so many different vehicles (big and small, new and used) as car jockey at Waterloo Mercury in Edmonton; there are times fixing the family’s 69 Pontiac Parisienne – welding the seat frame together with a friend’s father; there are times reshaping and painting moldings for the car. The phrase has also had me consider that anytime we leave a car, we leave it behind. Perhaps we always hope to come back to it – in the sense that it will be there for us to use, it will never weather, erode and need replacement. And, I’m currently considering leaving behind my 2010 Ford F-150 for a 2016 Dodge Ram 1500 Eco-diesel.
Anyway … some fun and thought. Good schtuff!
Take care … 😉