Monday, October 24, 2016

Thematic Photographic 386 - Autumn

Colorful screen grab
Laval, QC
October 2016
Aside from confirming that my camera  needs a good detailing job (don't worry, the business-end glass is pristine...I believe cameras should proudly wear the scars of everyday use) this photo betrays the realities of shooting when you have no time to do so.

We were in Montreal this weekend for the kind of trip no one ever wants to take. Social gatherings weren't on the agenda, but simply being together with the people who matter most very much was. And in between being here and there, I remembered I had stuffed my camera into my backpack in the hurried moments back home when we were getting ready to load the car for the overnight drive.

The steel-grey sky was fast fading in the late afternoon as a cold drizzle turned the streets slick. I really couldn't spare the time to go for a walkabout, but in the midst of unspeakable sadness, I felt the need to disconnect and do nothing more than look for beauty in a place that didn't seem to want to offer any up.

I was outside for no more than 10 minutes, and shot fast in a futile attempt to keep the lens dry - and myself from getting sick again. I fast-composed in my head, then fast-shot and held my breath that anything would come out in these ridiculously lousy conditions.

I haven't yet had a chance to offload the results and process them on my laptop, but I thought an initial peek at my screen would provide us all a little inspiration for some autumn-themed shooting this week. Who's in?

Your turn:  Take a picture that reflects this week's theme, Autumn. If it's colorful, or not, or leafy/nature-ish, or not - or whatever, because Thematic is about how YOU interpret a theme - shoot it and share it on your blog, website or social media page. Leave a comment here letting folks know where to find it. Visit other participants and feel free to repeat the process through the week. Bring a friend along, too, if you're so inclined. And if you're new to the Thematic thing, just click here. You'll have fun. Really.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Everything is temporary

Before the fall
London, ON
October 2016
The other day, I decided to take a quick detour on the way home from work. Right across the street from us, there's this perfectly pristine conservation area with a bunch of giant ponds in the middle of it, and it occurred to me that despite the fact that I can peer out my office window across four lanes of high-speed traffic and see the entrance, I've never taken the time to walk through its trails.

If we're being brutally frank, I wasn't feeling my best. With my backpack slung over my shoulder and my DSLR in my hand, I felt more than a little feverish as I trundled deeper into the woods and allowed my eyes to adjust to the kaleidoscope of colors that now surrounded me.

I didn't stay long - just enough to peer across the water, steal a few very lame photos and say hello to a few passing dogs before I turned around and started walking back toward the sounds of traffic in the distance - but I'm glad I carved out those few, fleeting minutes before I had to rejoin the rest of the world. Because as I made my way up the path, I came across this single leaf hanging defiantly from an otherwise bare branch.

I stopped and stared at it for a minute, not because it was spectacularly colored, but because it wasn't, because it seemed to be one of those plain leaves we'd otherwise miss as we moved ourselves from here to there. I wondered how long it had been before it had turned from green to yellow, and how much longer it might be before it fell quietly to the path below and dried up into a brown husk, never to be looked at again. I wondered if anyone else had ever looked at this particular leaf in this particular way, and decided no, I was probably the only one.

It's just a leaf, one among billions in this forest alone that otherwise live their entire lives in shadowy anonymity. And I probably shouldn't have been devoting this much mind-energy to a stupid leaf. Yet as I snapped the quick photo you see here on my smartphone and started back toward the parking lot, I realized why this silly little leaf seemed to stick with me. Because it wasn't about the leaf at all. Rather, it was - and is - about all those other things in life, like moments, people, whatever, that we pass by on our way from here to there, and never bother to think about.

What was I missing along the way? I guess we'll never really know, but I do know I'll be walking a little more slowly, on this path and others, from now on.

Your turn: What small thing will you try to notice in your own life today? What's worth taking the time?

Monday, October 17, 2016

Thematic Photographic 385 - Screens

Show me the way home
London, ON
October 2016
I shot this furtive scene last night as I prepared to leave the parking lot of the TV station. I had just finished my weekly Clicked In segment, and as I powered the GPS on and pointed it home, I thought about how much time I - and by extension we all - spend staring into or at some sort of screen. Compared to my childhood, where the TV was virtually the only screen in the house, we've evolved into a world where everything has one, and hardly a moment goes by that one isn't in view.

So for the next week, that's where Thematic is going to go. And I hope your lens goes there, too, because following your lens to new places is why we use our lenses in the first place.

Your turn: Grab a photo that evokes this week's theme - screens - and post it to your blog or website. Leave a comment here letting everyone know where to find it. Visit other participants and feel free to share more snippets through the week. For more info on how Thematic works, click here. If you tweet, feel free to use the #ThematicPhotographic hashtag. And have fun with it, because photography should be fun, and that's what Thematic is all about, too.

Pretty boys wear red

One happy boy
London, ON
October 2016
Thank you all for your kind comments and email messages in recent days. As you can tell, it's been somewhat quiet on the blog here in recent weeks. As much as I love writing here on a regular basis, a rare convergence of lots of work at work, lots of work at home and a nasty cold that flattened me for a good long while forced me to take a break from the keyboard for a bit. I simply needed to get better, and something had to give in the interim.

I appreciate your good wishes, and realize how lucky I am to be surrounded by so many people who care. Which is why I thought this photo would be especially appropriate. I took it yesterday afternoon, after Frasier had been lovingly groomed by the only groomer he's ever had, Jean. I had just gotten him back in the car, and we were headed home. It's become something of a tradition for me to take a post-grooming pic and send it home.

Today was the first day I was feeling well enough to get out and do much of anything. And considering I had delayed his original appointment because I wasn't well enough last week to get out of the house, I felt this picture would serve nicely as a return-to-normal-life milestone. Doesn't he look sweet?

Thematic will return at 7 p.m. Eastern - tonight! - what a new theme. Thanks, everyone, for your patience and support.

Friday, September 23, 2016

7 years on...

I'm generally not one to dwell on the past, but today I'll make a bit of an exception, as it's been seven years since we lost my dad. I couldn't fall asleep last night, as I couldn't stop thinking about 2:23 a.m., which was when the phone rang and everything changed. Funny how our minds work.

Anniversaries, of course, don't change anything. They don't fill the yawning gap or take you back to those "before" days, when we simply didn't know any better and didn't - or wouldn't allow ourselves to - think about what lay ahead. They don't change the varied directions our lives have taken since.

Nor should they. If I've learned anything in the ensuing 7 years - and after my wife lost her mom - is that we have virtually no control over life-wrenching events. We can't stop them from happening in the first place, and we can't spend every day thereafter pining for what we did or did not do beforehand, during, afterward, or for what might have been. Regret means precious little, as does the concept of closure. For there is none.

Life can be ugly at times. It tests us, it drains us, it leaves us wondering what might have been. But it's also insanely beautiful if we allow it to be. It connects us, gives us moments of indescribable joy and accomplishment, and gives us the opportunity to spread all that goodness to those around us, to take what we've learned and make it live beyond ourselves.

It is, in a sense, the only thing we've got. We get one chance at it, with no returns, no give-backs, no sense of what else there might be. We take what we can, absorb as much as possible from the experience, and cherish the fact that we had that experience in the first place. We have no right to ask for anything more.

So rather than simply marking another sad milestone in a series of sad milestones, I thought I'd try to find some new way to grow from an experience none of us ever wants but all of us must experience in some way. I can't change what's happened because that's how life is supposed to work. You don't get people back.

What you do get is a responsibility to somehow apply those lessons forward. If I somehow carry what I learned in that house on Canterbury Street through today, tomorrow and every day in my own home, my own family, my own life, then perhaps that yawning gap of a life ended won't feel quite as yawning after all.

It isn't much, but it'll have to do.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

On taking Christopher Walken's advice

"None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself like an after thought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you're carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There's no time for anything else."
Christopher Walken

I've long admired Mr. Walken for a whole lot of reasons, none of which have anything to do with the fact that he's a famous and freakishly gifted actor. I don't worship at the altar of celebrity, and he's always struck me as the quintessential anti-celebrity, the kind of guy who gets it and wants everyone around him to get it, too.

He posted this to his Facebook page last week, and it immediately struck me as something we'd all do well to follow. Not because he's a known quantity. But because he's a good soul.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

On Trump - and the media's responsibility

"We should be guard dogs, not lap dogs, and when the public sees Trump as more honest than Clinton, something has gone wrong. For my part, I’ve never met a national politician as ill informed, as deceptive, as evasive and as vacuous as Trump. He’s not normal. And somehow that is what our barks need to convey."
Nicholas Kristof
I don't often comment on politics, as it's a minefield with limited upside and limitless downside. But as the presidential campaign circus to Canada's south becomes more circus-like by the day, and as Donald Trump continues to paint the media - my profession, my landscape - as sharp-toothed villains solely responsible for his tarnished brand, I feel the need to raise my own volume a bit. If only to reflect my own responsibility to not remain silent in the face of conscious efforts to twist the public truth.

That this has gone as far as it has is a reflection of an entire country's gullibility to the kind of hucksterism I once thought was limited to old episodes of The Simpsons (monorail!) That there are enough idiots in the American electorate to turn this into a remotely close race makes me fear not for what happens the day after the election, but every day thereafter for a country whose collective intelligence isn't what we thought it was.

For the agenda of the country that brought us moon missions and science-fiction medical advancements to be hijacked by rubes and baskets of deplorables who vote with all the insight of a drunk armadillo is beyond tragic. Long after Donald Trump either wins or loses, America will still be filled with a lot more toxic, ill-informed thinking and barely-capable thinkers than I ever thought possible.

If ever there was a time for the media to consolidate its strengths for the very future of the society it covers - and for us to defend its integrity in the face of the rising political-moronic wave that threatens to erode its legitimacy - now is it.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Seen and heard

It's been a while since I posted an updated list of the regularly scheduled stuff that I do on-air. Here's a list of what I've got going on through the week in case you ever have the stomach to go beyond simply reading my words. Links point to either the homepage or, where available, the live player:
  • CTV News Channel - Clicked In with Scott Laurie - Sundays at 8:20 p.m.
  • CFRA Ottawa - Tech Tuesdays with Rob Snow - Tuesdays at 12:18 p.m.
  • CTV News Channel - Tech with Todd (van der Heyden) - Tuesdays at 3:40 p.m.
  • CJBK London - Tech Tips with Carmi with Andy Oudman - Tuesdays at 5:00 p.m. (Show page)
  • CJAD Montreal - This Week in Tech with Barry Morgan - Wednesdays at 2:00 p.m.
  • CJBK London - Threefer Thursday with Al Coombs - Thursdays at 2:00 p.m.
  • AM1150 Kelowna - This Week in Tech with Phil Johnson - Fridays at 9:20 a.m.
  • Virgin 97.5 London - Carmi the Techie Guy with Jeff and Rachel - Ad Hoc
  • Newstalk 1010 Toronto - Ad hoc segments with John Moore (mornings), Jerry Agar (mid-mornings), Ryan Doyle (afternoons), Barb Digiulio (evenings), Ted Woloshyn (weekends) and the Motts (weekends)
Hooray for technology! And for the media magic that turns it into a grand adventure. Because this radio, TV and online thing is truly an adventure.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Thematic Photographic 384 - Dirty

Don't tread on me
London, ON
August 2016
Quick note: Apologies for the late posting this week. Thematic typically goes live Monday at 7 p.m. Eastern, but it's been an action-packed week in Pitkinville, so I've been slow off the digital mark. Thanks for your patience! And happy shooting! Now, on with the show...

We live in a dirty world, and no matter what we do, there's no avoiding getting some of it on us. It isn't necessarily a negative thing: In fact, there's something cathartic about wearing it for a bit. Squeaky-cleanliness is overrated, anyway.

Your turn: Shoot a picture evoking, suggesting or reflecting this week's theme - dirty - and share it on your blog, website or social media presence. Leave a comment here letting folks know where to find it. Visit other participants to share the photographic love, and feel free to pop by through the week if you've got anything new to add - we encourage serial photography around here. For more info on how Thematic works, click here. Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

I get another year with her, too

Where I get the girl
London, ON
August 2016
Anyone who knows us knows that this is kind of a special week in our family. Come to think of it, this is a special week every year in our family. That's because today, which is Debbie's birthday, comes the day after our daughter's birthday (I wrote about her day here.) Or, conversely, our daughter was born a day before my wife's (ahem)th birthday. However you look at it, there's a lot of happiness floating around our house this week. And, no, I'm not divulging numbers. As if that ever mattered.

Anyone who knows us also knows how much I treasure her, us, this, everything we both have and, more importantly, are. Days like this serve as a handy reminder of that, of course, but it'll be just as important to remember that which makes us lucky when the day dawns tomorrow. And the other 363 days of the year. And every other day, month and year we've been gifted by the universe.

I'm lucky I met her. I'm lucky she put up with me on that first together-birthday, every birthday since and every day in between. I'm just lucky.

If you're in a happiness-sharing mood, feel free to drop by her Facebook page and share a wish for the coming year. I know she'll appreciate it.

Happiest of orbital milestones, my love. It's quite the journey we're on, isn't it?

Monday, September 12, 2016

19 going on...

All focus
Grand Bend, ON
September 2016
She is as tough as they come, a perfect mirror of her mom, the kind of daughter anyone would be proud to have. And 19 years ago today she came into the world.

As much as it seems like yesterday, and as much as her life seems to have gone from then to now in a figurative blink, I realize the reason it seems to have moved so quickly is because it's been a pretty charmed journey. She's gone from a bald-headed tiny person to a wild-curly-haired toddler to a very self-assured, whip-smart and incalculably kind young woman, and she's done so as the centre point of a growing orbit of friends and fans, all of whom adore her. Because with Dahlia, once you get to know her, adoration is pretty much all you'll feel.

As the middle child in between two brothers, I've always seen her as having a backbone of titanium. I worry about all of my kids, of course, but I don't worry about her. Whatever comes her way or crosses her path, she gets it. She figures it out. She makes it hers. She's always managed to touch those around her in ways that ensure they a) are better for the experience and b) they never forget the experience - or her, for that matter.

I know I'm biased because I'm her dad, but looking at how much she's figured out in her short 19 years on this planet, it's clear I'm not the only one who's proud of the person she's become.

I shot this a couple of weeks ago on our traditional last-day-of-summer trip to the beach. The two of us took a photo walk, and as I've done so many times when we throw our cameras over our shoulders and head out, I quietly drank in the experience of talking through the photographic process with a creative wizard who's already seeing and capturing the world in ways I never remotely approached. All parents want their children to find their footing, to pick a direction, and to soar wherever their dreams may take them. We're privileged to have a daughter who's done just that, and more.

We're so proud not only of who she's become and where she's headed, but of how she's done so, and how profoundly she's influenced the lives of everyone around her.

Happy birthday, Peanut Girl. We love you to the moon and back.


Saturday, September 10, 2016

A tree meets its end

I love having a dog for too many reasons to count. One of the major happies of being Frasier's family revolves around the leash that hangs just inside our front door, and the role it plays in the daily ritual of walking our pup.

While some folks see walking the dog as a chore, I've always loved that very focused moment when he knows we're about to head off on a low-speed adventure, and he bounces madly around the vestibule while I fetch the leash, get my shoes on and get ready to head out. Having a dog means a built-in connection to the neighbourhood, an ongoing excuse to get up close and personal with the streetscape in ways we just can't when we're driving off to work or cycling home from somewhere far away.

Last week, I noticed something odd on our late-evening stroll: The maple tree that once shielded the streetlight just down the street from our house had been cut down to the bare stump you see here. Its lovely canopy was gone, replaced with yawning, open space. Frasier didn't seem to notice as he sniffed the sawdust in the grass and wrapped himself around the now-decapitated trunk. But I noticed, and while I'm sure there was a logical reason for the tree's removal, it still saddened me.

I felt the need to take a low-light, badly focused, grainy and colour-imbalanced picture. Not because it was great photography. But because I simply wanted something to anchor how I felt as I stood there and remembered something that was no longer there. 

Lousy as this shot is, I'm glad I took it, because by last night the rest of the trunk was gone, too. London is known as the Forest City, yet we never seem to plant enough new trees to fill those holes in the sky left by the ones we lose.

I know it's just one tree, and compared to the very real losses incurred by very real people every day around us, it is deservedly trivial. But it still bugs me, and it'll continue to bug me every time I walk past it with my otherwise occupied dog. Something tells me he'll miss that tree, too.

Thursday, September 08, 2016

Wednesday, September 07, 2016

Someone didn't read the sign

Grand Bend, ON
September 2016
For more disposable-themed Thematic, head here.
The public beach at Grand Bend is a impressively planned and cared for piece of real estate. A few years back, the regional government partnered with local community groups on a construction project that turned an otherwise ordinary stretch of sand into a showpiece. The boardwalk meanders alongside pristine beach, broken up by fenced off areas where native grasses are allowed to grow - just the thing to remind visitors that the environment matters far more than their ability to get their boogie board from the car to the water in the fewest number of steps.

And yet, as I stood on the rooftop observation deck and peered down, it became pretty apparent pretty quickly that not everyone got the memo, and we're as surrounded by boorish behavior here as we are anywhere else. Some people never learn. I hope the boogie boarding made their littering ways worth it.

Your turn: What kind of people do this? What can we do to change litterers' ways? And why do I sound like the old guy yelling at the kids on his lawn?

Monday, September 05, 2016

Thematic Photographic 383 - Disposable

They call it "pop" here
Cheryl Ann's, Grand Bend, ON
September 2016
So I'm sitting in the bustling courtyard of a walk-up greasy spoon in a lakeside resort town. It's Labour Day, and we've come to this place to mark the end of the summer. It's something of a family tradition, and as I watch our 16-year-old eat lunch, I find myself staring at his drink and wondering about how quickly these moments both arrive within and then disappear from our lives.

In other words, they're disposable. If we let them be disposable, that is.

So I didn't. Because life's too short to miss any moment, disposable or not. Which explains why I shot the drink you see here, and came up with a challenge for the rest of you. Let's get this pixel party started...

Your turn: Take a picture of something disposable. Or something that suggests disposable. That's this week's Thematic theme (disposable, because I love redundancy! And bold-red text.) What's Thematic? It's our weekly photo-sharing activity - exercise, extravaganza, whatever you want it to be - that's designed to stretch our photographic boundaries in a fun, collaborative way (more background on it is available here.) All you need to do is shoot a pic that evokes the theme, then share it on your blog or website. Don't have one? Social media or anything else online will work, too. Leave a comment here letting everyone else know where to find it, then drop by other participants to share the joy. Repeat sharing is also encouraged, because photography should always be limitless. Enjoy, and thanks!

But wait, there's more: I uploaded a photo set from the day to Flickr. Here's the link. Happy viewing!