It's all gone Pete Tong

throw back.

2006-10-26T05:11:00.000-07:00

sometimes i have no bloomin idea why i do the things that i do.
so it's always reassuring that throwing caution to the wind can still bring good results.

Con cache

2006-10-16T06:34:00.000-07:00

Sometimes the best intentions are riddled with shame and endearing hope. We have to decide who we are, what we intend and the kind of person we want to emote.

and i can prove it!

2006-10-09T06:48:00.000-07:00

there's nothing like closing your eyes and just feeling.

sprinklets

2006-08-09T13:15:00.000-07:00

can you hear the laughter?
childrens voices, across the grass. splashing water and woops of joy.

and i close my eyes. and let the sound wash over me, as the sprinkler is picked up by an errant child and my own screams take over for just a second. drenched and dripping, having too much fun to worry or scold that my camera could be ruined. and i snap snap snap, wishing i could remember to record the sounds and not just the images. or maybe i'm just having too much fun. so i trust the sounds will remain within me, and them. and enjoy the camera at my hips. the thrill of the madness as it is part of the visual action. and i inhale the gigglemusic and store it. in my mind.
next time i'll take WAV too ;)

mamahog 'n the lets

Look Waaaay Up...

2006-07-25T07:26:00.000-07:00

I take a lot of self-portraits - my family thinks I'm quite stuck on myself. I tell them, "Hey, when you're this good-looking....!"

The View Askew Hosted on Zooomr

Truthfully, though, I take a lot of these "upward" shots of me simply because it's most interesting to see what appears ready to fall on my head on my Walk-Abouts. It reminds me of trying to navigate by "walking on the ceiling" when I was kid, with a mirror held out with the ceiling's reflection being my "floor".

Les Becker - Where the Walls are Soft

From the desk of Canadian Mark

2006-07-07T12:14:00.000-07:00

Canadian Mark here, *grin*, on the "It's all gone Pete Tong" site, at long last. I've been secretly hoping for credentials to get in here for some time now. A big hat-tip to The Queen for providing me with an invite. Enough of these gushy words, though - this is a photo-blog of sorts, is it not?

On with my first entry in this weird field of experimental point-and-click-without-looking photography....

Where stuff ends up.

Quebec

2006-06-29T12:15:00.000-07:00

Polution

2006-06-25T21:12:00.000-07:00

Don't leave polution in your heart. End of story.

Montreal Calling

2006-06-25T08:54:00.000-07:00

Electronica, sometimes

2006-06-22T09:35:00.000-07:00

Something smaller for me is incredibly difficult. Where's my eye for little things? Maybe it's because I'm a big person, and big people are used to certain things. Big things. But I won't let it be a deficit.

It's hard to see outside our own little boxes. I don't know about you, but I think part of the adventure lies in the attempt. Life is kinda like a game of checkers. Sometimes your plan works out, and you win. Sometimes, right out of nowhere, you're hit with a surprise, and you loose--and you're no longer as smart as you thought you were. Non-metaphorically, I don't really like checkers. Life is great, checkers...not so much.

Leaves of three

2006-06-03T18:24:00.000-07:00

Who drives the bus?

2006-06-01T18:40:00.000-07:00

I thought Santa was the one behind the wheel?

What do we really see

2006-05-26T09:30:00.000-07:00

I have been suffering from some sort of weird "lesions on my cornea" which my Optometrist says was probably caused by a hot curling iron to the eye. Unfortunately, I don't use hair care products. I'm not sure where I got it but it has made my cornea swell and therefore it's larger than my eye socket so it's quite uncomfortable.

So, that got me thinking about the real meaning of "It's all gone Pete Tong."

So, I took a walk about home today in the humid heat this morning after my appointment, about 5 miles. I'm not sure how long it took me but it was long enough to decide that "seeing" and "looking" were two completely different things. And that I, unlike most people have a tendency to see things rather than look at them.

Let me explain. Most people go through life looking where they are going to step next, looking for their shoes, and if you’re lucky looking so they don't smash into someone at the mall around X-mas. I on the other hand, see what you’re feeling, see what you really mean when you say something else, and see the truth of all things.

Take for example this dandelion. I took this one while sitting in a field for a rest this morning and while I got my camera out for a shot I accidentally snapped this picture. Afterwards while I was laughing at myself I thought about all of the children who this summer would be blowing tiny airplanes in the wind and laughing

All from a weed.

Image of an artist

2006-05-25T16:36:00.000-07:00

Good karma comes in sorts of different ways. A congratulatory handshake to the new guy, a smile to the momentarily broken hearted, a coffee in the park with a friend, blood donor clinic, or for an artist I believe it's supporting other artists when the money is in your favour.

Today, I sold another one of my pieces from the AGA showing a couple of weeks ago (wow that seems like a millions years in the past) and today I took some of that money and headed straight over to a artist friends place, knocked on his door and handed over some of my money for some of his pieces. I've been a long time supporter and the feeling was good to be able to give back to the well of creation. Being in the middle of creating is an awesome feeling. And having it come easily is an even better feeling. Never having to fight for the images in my head but letting them flow through me. "The machine" is an apt word to use.

Art is a mostly solitary job which makes it's difficult to cultivate a group of same thinking supporters, so giving back in this way to someone, who like myself has an internal passion for the only thing we really know is like giving back to the machine. Feeding the machine. Cuz when you feed the machine it works better and that's a good feeling.

I hate dusting

2006-05-12T04:29:00.000-07:00

I'm finding that taking a picture of "something smaller" is much easier than taking a picture of lets, say something larger. Not that I have actually attempted it enough times to have data.

I was thinking this morning that I was getting bored of my new photo experiment and wondered what the reason could be, aside from it being an ingrained Aries trait. Oh look new shiny bobbles and trinkets over here? *coy smile*

And I realized that I wasn't challenging myself enough with subject matter and composition. Thus far, I have been closing my eyes, putting my hand down on something and clicking. Although, these techniques are two of the rules of this photo experiment, well, closing the eyes and the pointing and clicking parts. I have been mostly fondeling cold eggs, touching cool metal and feeling warm lights but have yet to put my face to the sun for landscapes or used my ears to hear a gentle flow of water.

I need to attempt something more difficult or this project will become that last sewing project that I started 4 years ago. What was I sewing again? Right, a twalle duvet cover for my sister.*smile*

This afternoon

2006-05-09T11:57:00.000-07:00

I took this one in the elevator of my massage therapists building while a strange, staring man looked on, I guess it must have looked bizzare while I effortlessly pulled out my camon digital like a spy, closed my eyes, powered up and shot. When I opened my eyes he had a wide eyed expression, a slight smile and I said "I like to let the camera look for me." <--insert coy out-and-about-smile "How'd it do?" he said without missing a beat. "Looks good, I'll probably sell it on E-bay."

The doors opened and we both exited, I could hear him smiling to himself.

Absolute Yumminess

2006-05-09T04:21:00.000-07:00

I'm a BIG lover of the eggs and lately it seems to be the hard boiled eggs. I eat two every single morning for breakfast and have a mini breakdown if I've run out of eggs to eat.

There's always a bowl of hardboiled eggs in the fridge.

One of the things that I love the most about hard boiled eggs is their undemanding transportability and secondly all of that healthy natural occuring lethacin. Mmmm, does a body good.

For this photo all I did was open the fridge door and set the camera down on something solid, listen for the ready sound and click.