It’s a sign


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There’s a story behind every sign; you just know that something happened before the sign was there that prompted the powers-that-be to put one up. In order to prevent another something.

The signs say all sorts of things:

  • Danger

  • You’re not welcome

  • Don’t do something

  • We’re watching you

Or, all of the above.

Of course, not all signs actually need words or pictograms or even a signboard itself.


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The beginning of the end

The days are getting longer. The sun is higher in the sky, shining a little warmer each day.

Nature’s circadian rhythm waxes and wanes, temperatures rise and fall, water molecules ebb and flow.

Winter is starting to release its icy grip. Hallelujah.

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Shot with Fujifilm X-T2, the stunning Fujinon XF56mmF1.2 R and the MCEX-11 extension tube.

Capture One pixie dust with some Classic Chrome played a starring role.

The Village

This winter has been brutal.

The snow arrived early (Nov 12) and hasn’t relented.

Wild temperature swings, ice storms, freeze & thaw & freeze & thaw & freeze again.

On a sunny, reasonably warm (i.e. warmer than -12°C) day one of the best things I can think of doing (other than skiing, of course) is to go for a walk with my camera and revel in the light cast by the still-low winter sun.

On this particular day, I was walking through the Pointe-Claire Village, one of the last places in suburban Montreal that has resisted demolition, gentrification and the onslaught of McMansions. For now, anyhow.

The Village is tiny (less than 1km long end-to-end) and is nestled right by the waters of Lac St-Louis in the mighty St-Lawrence River. Lots of old houses, old businesses and plenty of fixer-uppers make for lots take in.

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Random acts of ornamenting

Just this past Sunday I went for a little walk in the woods near my house. To get some fresh air. To clear my head. To take a few pictures. To escape the ever-intensifying drumbeat of Christmas, Trump, Brexit and all the other calamities befalling us these days.

I didn’t know what kind of pictures I would take. It was a typical overcast, dreary Ottawa winter (well, late fall for the pedantic) day. The light was, for the lack of a better word, shitty. Flat. Lifeless. Not exactly inspirational.

Then I saw the balls.

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Whimsical, lonely little Xmas ornaments on random trees here and there. They put a smile on my face.

They brightened up an otherwise dull day.

I’m sure there are more out there, so I’ll have to go back.

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All images shot with Fujifilm X-T2, XF16MM F1.4 and processed in Capture One.