I recently had the pleasure to spend the day in Ottawa. Of course my first stop was to find the famous 5 and to share a good cup of tea. When I got to the Hill were I used to perform my duties as a Grenadier Guard all was quiet. Seems my girls were moved down the road. And so with my favorite tea pot I quickly dashed off. It was a short steep over and we of course enjoyed a good cup of tea … what can I say this years spring harvest was delightful!
After a spot of tea I was off toward the National Gallery of Canada. A first for me. And what a pleasure it was. Such an inspiring space to enjoy art. So if ever you are in the neighborhood do spend some time at the Gallery. The permanent collection is wonderful and don’t forget the Canadian Photography Institute. Here are a few images from my day in Ottawa.
It was both strange and familiar arriving in Taipei for the first time … the smells, and sounds and sights all mixed with jet lag which lasted for a good 4 day … as a result I wondered about the streets at times odd times … it was an interesting experience … here are some of those moments … enjoy this first draft as I rethink the colors and experiences … stay tuned …
Call me Ishmael but walking around the harbor in Busan has always been a real pleasure for me, I I have spent many of nights/mornings in this part of town … usually in the company of my Korean Brother Lee Jae Yong … the textures are still there but walls are going up … the separation … a little sad… somehow I still did find some holes in the fence … the rabbit hold to my old memories … and the characters who still live there ..
My Mom’s nick name is Grand Ma Dynamite. She has an explosive character… Because she takes her grand kids to Jui Jitsu here in Montreal, visiting and photographing a school while visiting Busan, South Korea was a must. And so, consequently I got to photograph this schools session. … and so here you go! Enjoy
Oh yes … the early taste of this years first pick Korean Green tea was indeed fresh and delicious. Here are some pictures from our tea farmer who cultivates wild organic tea bushes, opposed machine harvested green tea which you can see neatly trimmed. From how it was explained to me is that the leaf has more nutrients when it grows wild, as it has more time to amass all its goodness … I thanked the picker of the tea and told her how much we appreciate her picking the tea for us, and how I hoped she would continue till the fourth and last flush. Seasonal pickers tend to move on after the 3rd … a shame since it is very good in its own right.
An introduction to some street photography I took while walking the streets of Pusan. follow up post to my Korea Then post, only difference is back then it took me 3 years to gather those images, this time around I had less than 30 days. I really enjoy walking around Pusan, in some ways my Korean Home Town. Here are some of the street shots I snapped … Enjoy. Cheers. Michael
This year while visiting South Korea for the tea picking I managed to visit a few temples … all before Buddha’s Birthday. Unfortunately, I left Korea before the Big Holiday on May the 3rd. Here are some photo’s from various temples. Enjoy.
A very long over due post … from the days when I was living in South Korea. My film days, one of the reasons it has taken me awhile to revisit my negatives. All these pictures pre-date the year 2000 … which means this is my 20 th century version. Stay tuned as I venture back back into the archives and re-edit and select … all this as I prepare to go back to South Korea for a long over due visit! stay tuned … in the mean time here is an introduction to what hopefully will grow into a book … enjoy.
I called this post ocean destiny after the ship in the harbor in one of the pictures. It was an ocean dream that first brought me to these shores of BC. Coming from Pusan, South Korea and returning to Canada this new shore soon became home. Eventually, the current brought me back to Montreal, from which it all began. I have been feeling the need to reconnect with the people that made my stay special and places that were so much a part of who I was. The experience was intense and confined to 7 days. I had packed my photo gear, few clothes and made a plan to do a quick tour with an excursion planed for one of my many happy places … Jericho beach! … And while walking the shore line … this is where I happened to see Ocean Destiny … these are a collection of pictures taken throughout my short visit.
Just a few pictures to all my friends with a special nod to the Polish / Ukrainian / Russian and other Eastern European friends who have memories and flash backs to the days when mushroom picking was a family activity! Happy mushroom picking everyone!
Many years ago I found myself staying in a small German town called Nastatten. It was Sunday morning. After mass. Every thing was closed with the exception with this cafe. I remember the scene very well … it was poetic to me …
Needing to clear my mind I wondered to the old port with my tripod and camera. Here are a few shot from this excursion. A couple of these shots are saturated and the other two not so much…2 different moods. I hope you enjoy. Cheers. Michael
Olive was another of my English students in Daejeon, South Korea. She brought me to a Northern Temple to meet with a special monk she knew. It was an interesting meeting. He spoke lots about the universe, the one Korean word I recognized. All else was lost in translation, but it was a happy meeting! The temple made an impact on me because it was in a military zone and the whole time we could hear the infantry exercises, human voices exerting themselves, rounds being fired and here the temple bell ringing in the wind. In the first picture you can see some soldiers collecting water and the little baby monk watching them. I learned that monks often adopt young children. These are the baby Buddha’s in my pictures.
What really struck me about South Korea was how industrious the people were, and how hard they worked. While living there I would photograph the world around me. Here are a couple of portraits of men working. The pipe fitter’s shop was right off the street I walked, while the shoe repair man had a small booth/box on one of the busy streets.
While living is South Korea I traveled to many Buddhist temples. This is one door I photographed with the traditional white rubber shoes monks wear in the corner. I remember buying a couple of pairs of those shoes which I wore out walking the Sunshine Coast Highway, in British Columbia. I had moved back to Canada and settled in a small cabin in Hopkins Landing. I was doing my traveling tea service at the time. I guess wearing the shoes made me feel like I was some sort of Zen monk.
I got away from the city on boxing day and went to my country home in East Bolton, Quebec. The obligation of the holidays over I made my retreat. Many of the tree’s were devastated by the freezing rain which forced them to bend to the ground. During the course of the week I took the following pictures. I also wrote a poem but I am not ready to post it just yet. So in the mean time I hope you enjoy the pictures.
During our fall semester at Dawson we had an assignment to practice zooming in and out while exposing. I took these shot at the live like water retreat while the leaves were changing colors. Here are a few shots from that series.
I always make these pilgrimages to cemeteries. The cemeteries in Russia have always held a special interest for me. Having studies Russian literature it gave me an opportunity to have little “chats” with my hero’s, Fyodor Dostoevsky in particular. I made my first trip to St.Petersburg in 1992 but I do not have access to those pictures. At the time I made the trip with my partner at the time. I imagine those negatives are still in her basement somewhere. A shame, as that particular trip we traveled to my grandmother’s village and were privy to some interesting characters and situations. These particular pictures were taken in 2000 I believe. One of the themes I discovered was the eroticism in the depictions of death. I would like to explore this more in the future.
There was a time when I had my tea shop in Vancouver, BC. I was in Chinatown. It was an interesting time in my life. The shop, somewhat off the beaten track drew in all kinds of characters. Most days I would be sitting in my shop writing on my collection of typewriters. I would be writing the stories of my experiences. I will write more in time, but for now I will post these pictures.