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Ephemera Photo Essay

They call me mellow yellow

Last Saturday morning I went for a quick 35km bike ride before it got too hot (that didn’t work out… it was already 30°C and stupid-humid by 10:30) and as is my habit, I brought my little Fujifilm X100V along for the ride. I was starting to lament having brought the camera along, since I hadn’t seen anything worth shooting.

On my way home, about 45 minutes into what would be a 70-minute ride, sweating buckets and starting to feel the effects of dehydration (1L water clearly wasn’t enough) I came across this magnificent field of sunflowers.

Thirsty, hot, sweaty, and running low on energy (the heat is not my friend), I did the only thing that made sense: I stopped and made some photos. I mean, how couldn’t I?

The next morning I went back (in my car this time around) with my X-Pro3 and a few longer lenses. It was a little overcast, but that meant it wasn’t as hot, and the light was nice and diffuse. Who needs sun when you’re shooting sunflowers?

Looking closer at the sunflowers I was astounded at how many dandelions there were in the field! They’re the perfect stealth weed that just blends in… until you want to take some nice close-ups, of course.

All those weeds don’t make the field any less photogenic, and certainly don’t deter passers-by from taking selfies!

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Architecture Travels

Photo Essay #17: No B&W here

I recently had the good fortune to visit Bermuda for the first time, and couldn’t help but marvel at the strikingly simple geometry and gorgeous colours of Bermudian architecture.

They say you’re not supposed to shoot after 10 and before 4 to avoid the harsh daytime light. Consider that rule broken.

All shots from my Fujifilm X-T2 and X100F, in Velvia or Classic Chrome, with only a very few minor adjustments in Lightroom.

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Miscellany

Tasse toé!!

In a blizzard in Montréal, it’s usually a good idea to stay indoors: take the Métro, walk the Underground City, stay at the office, stay home, whatever.

Being outdoors can be downright hazardous to your health: the snow-covered streets mean cars can’t stop in time, the sidewalks are slippery, or you might even get run over by one of these things – like I almost did.

PS: “Tasse toé” is the phonetic joual (idiomatic Montréal street French) for “tasse toi” (typical Québecois French) which loosely translates to “move over” or more likely “get the hell out of the way!”