PHOTOGRAPHY | ART
Canvasses on Iron Caravans
Art will find a way — expressions in Graffiti
I’d like to think I dedicate myself to doing most things well. I’m a professionally accomplished, certified chef. I’ve successfully survived years working on drilling rigs and managing complex field operations. During my few years in civil construction, I laboured to build bridges, tunnels, and roads. I handle myself well on extended excursions into the high alpine, fly fishing, hunting, and camping in places where roads and civilization are far beyond cell service.
But I’m lousy with a camera.
It’s a tough one to explain, but it’s a failure that annoys my photogenic, photography-studied wife. She is great with a camera and has several, digital and the old kind (the ones with film). Her criticism, while a tad harsh, is justified as she spent several years in college studying photography and digital arts.
She’s excellent with a camera. I can’t frame a face.
My usual photographic offerings are selfies, my smartphone propped on a riverside rock while I kneel in a crystalline river, holding a trout. Or pictures of food. Most of my human snaps focus on my kid, playing hockey or rugby or when we’re camping and fishing.
