It’s been a few weeks since I’ve done Friday Photog so I’m happy to have a chance to do it. I’ve been too busy to blog lately, since I started a job with the New Westminster NewsLeader. You can find my article online by entering my name into Google and clicking on the news tab. Most of it is community news though, so unless you live in New Westminster you may not be too thrilled with the stories.
Adrian MacNair
Michael Green
School is over and I’m officially a journalist, so I’m not sure what this means with regards to writing opinion. Nobody has told me I have to stop, but there’s a sense that one shouldn’t be writing any opinion on things you’re reporting. We’ll see how it goes. I haven’t had a lot of time to write lately, which is especially crazy given the fact there’s an election on.
I just bought my first DSLR camera, a gently used Nikon D40, so I hope to contribute some of my own pictures to Friday Photography as I experiment with shooting pictures again.
If you have Facebook you can see these pics I took a month ago. Even if you don’t have Facebook you should be able to see them since my privacy settings are public.
Adrian MacNair
Donnie Hall
David Scott
Everybody is familiar with the flood of memories that can suddenly occur unexpectedly when one sees a photograph of something familiar or similar to something they once knew or experienced. It could be somewhere you haven’t been in a while, or a situation that evokes overwhelmingly nostalgic feelings.
But a less commonly talked about means of reminiscence is the sensory perception of scent and the affect it has on memories. Though infrequent, I find there are times when a smell can awaken long-dormant thoughts and feelings. It can be something as simple as the smell of morning rain on freshly tilled soil, or the scent of the first Arctic wind of the season, or the grains of sand burning in the hot sun.
The scent of burning sand always reminds me of summers in Parry Sound on the beach. I used to go wading around in the deep sand dunes as though they were summer snow banks and bury myself in the dry grains. When the heat would become unbearable it would be a perfect time to jump into Georgian Bay, which is typically bone-shatteringly cold at any time of year. Baking pine needles stir similar thoughts.
When I moved to Vancouver and went swimming in the ocean, it brought me back to my childhood Florida vacation, swimming through large salty waves. I thought at first that it was the pleasure of the experience, but I realized it was like reliving those moments after a long interruption.
Michael Greene
Does anything more need to be said other than it’s Friday? Click on the image for full resolution wallpaper.
Alexandre Buisse
Yoshiki Nakamura
Doug Koepsel
Lester A.Garcia
It’s going to have to be a mini-Friday Photog today because I have to go somewhere, but this gives me a chance to explain the new look. I changed the blog design because I felt my 2008 format was out-of-date and style and needed a revamping. I think it’s easier to read and respond now, and I hope you like it.
Next two pictures: Stephen W. Oachs
Stein Liland
This is Friday Photography, edition 103. I usually post up eight of the best photos I can find on the internet during the week.
You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t had a lot of time to write lately, mainly because school is very busy this term. Then when I’m finished in April I’ll likely be moving to whatever small town newspaper that will hire me, so there will be a huge upheaval then.
This is Friday Photography Edition 102. All photographs are credited where the owner is known.
Robert Strahinjić
Vedran Vidak
Stefano Unterthiner
Paul Nicklen
There was an unusual level of high quality photos out there this week, so for FP number 101 I have selected 10 photos. All of the photos belong to other people as indicated in attribution, or are commonly shared without photo credit.
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