Death on a forest floor.
From life comes death, and from death, life again.
Reflections of a retired sailor
“It is a most mortifying reflection for a man to consider what he has done, compared to what he might have done.”
Boats, birds and mist…
A couple days ago, Shawna and I went out to to look at a new rental property. We’ve finally decided to make the leap and move into a house, and give the boys a yard to play in. Being the true native Islanders that they are, they both hate being indoors. Much like their father, they seem to prefer – and indeed THRIVE – in misty, cool, overcast conditions. Which fortunately for all three of us, is pretty much what the Island has, in abundance.
Anyways. Ended up being an hour early for the viewing, so we decided to take a minute (literally) and walk down to the waterfront. Found a really great little walking path that followed the water all the war around to the far side of the yacht club. It was overcast, cold, drizzly and perfect for some shooting.
Here’s one of the shots I cam away with. Shot on a Canon 5D MKII with a 70-200 2.8L MKII lens. Handheld.
Something random, this way comes.
I like this one. I like a lot of the boudoir stuff I’ve shot. I just haven’t been posting much of it as I fear judgement. But, not so much anymore. My theory is, If I do what I love, the people that love what I do will find me. The rest can pound sand. 🙂
An old shot, revisited.
I took this shot a couple years ago, shortly after I moved here from Alberta. Never really didn’t do anything with it, thinking that it wasn’t really good enough to do anything with. So, I guess you consider this one salvage, off the cutting room floor.