A Photographer & His Subject

Much has been written about the high fashion model’s dependency on being told that they are beautiful and the…

It Skinned My Eyes

One day I saw a painting by Matisse, a reproduction. I saw it because of the chaps who were laughing and called me over. It…

Whose Whom?

Yuliya and Jo-Ann are friends. One is a professional dominatrix. I asked them to come to my studio with the idea that we would make…

A Tourist In My Own Land

We (my Rosemary and two daughters) moved from Mexico City to Vancouver in 1975. On contract I have worked for the…

I Am Silver & Exact

My Kitsilano (Vancouver ) Darkroom & Nicole

That Unkind Cut — II

I have stressed in these blogs that whenever I am faced with a lovely landscape I control myself and buy a postcard. My…

A Boundary of Decency

The 21st century is full of new words that baffle me, make me laugh. There are expressions that I dislike such as the constant use by CNN and MSNBC of “breaking news” in which micro-changes in the news are recorded every few minutes if not seconds.

A Treasure Chest

My profession as a photographer has rarely coincided with my interest in gardening.

Darwin’s Cardoon

In our former Athlone Street corner garden my Rosemary grew several Cyanara cardunculus. These stately (8 to 9 ft tall)…