Writings, Reviews, Cultural Criticism
The category, Heart, is for posts that make us feel.
Open Streets TO made its first appearance in Toronto on Sunday (Aug. 17, 2014) and will come back again on Aug 31st. Bloor St. from Parliament to Spadina, and Yonge St. from Bloor to Queen are closed to vehicles so that people can enjoy the streets in a safe & healthy environment.
Just as we tend to sexualize the swan (see my previous post), we tend to anthropomorphize the tree. Like humans, trees have limbs. We often draw or interpret trees as sentinels with arms held up at attention, maybe as a salute to the land, or as a supplication to the sky.
Goderich is a small town on the eastern shore of Lake Huron, noted for its large harbour where ships take on salt from the local salt mine or grain stored in elevators by the harbour.
Here’s a photo of the Sifto Salt Mine in Goderich, Ontario. I took it maybe 45 minutes before sunset, down at a boat launch where I lay on a small wooden dock so I could get as low as possible to the water.
Stencils are a quick and dirty graffiti. Where murals take a long time (meaning it’s easy to get caught doing them), stencils are easy to execute and you can do them over and over. The gallery below shows stencils I’ve documented in Victoria, Regina, Winnipeg, Toronto, Ottawa & Paris.
Meigakure is a Zen principle of aesthetics used especially in Japanese gardening but no less valid in photography: it is the representation of a part to suggest the whole. It is analogous to the Classical Greek rhetorical principle of synecdoche.
Last Friday, I found myself in the town of Taos in New Mexico which was setting up for a weekend fiesta. According to Wikipedia, Taos is one of the oldest continuously inhabited communities in North America (more than a thousand years).
I shot this photo of my grandmother in 1968 when I was five years old. It’s on a beach in Florida.
My brother-in-law, John Williams, has a certified organic farm near Midland. Apart from fresh produce and maple syrup, the farm makes a lot of good photographs.
This is my “Hello World” post to kick off the blog part of davidbarker.photography [subsequently rolled into nouspique.com]. And what a way to kick it off! With a massive party. I staked my ground on the northwest corner of Church and Bloor right where all the participants are marshaled and I let it all flow…
On Sunday evening a portion of the “Love-locks” bridge (Pont des Arts) in Paris collapsed. This is the pedestrian bridge that crosses the Seine connecting the Louvre museum to the St. Germain area.
More tomb than room, was what she said.My grandmother fled to the fields,convinced the old farm house held death,a mid-life freak, I guess, though to hear hertell it, planets must have collidedand debris come raining from the skies.Grandfather had quit his farming, severedten acres for himself and sold the rest.I had just been born, maybe…
Kevin, do you remember our tripto the Science Centre when we stoodat our separate consoles playing tictac toe against the computer?Monolith displays half-way acrossthe gallery, light-bulb arrayslike movie marquees while vacuumtubes chugged out the next moves?And you said you had a friendsmarter’n me, betchure life,who come here one time an’ beat it.And I said, in…
once upon a timean emergent timean Ecclesiastes timea rising sun time that shines warm on the cheeksa fresh time blossoming from the emptiness and greening into historyan epochal timea seasonal timea calendrical timea time of minutiae ticking left wrist shackled timea global market shekel timea metred timea banging bongo timea pulsing time of poems and…
1) mmmm you tell me to say the wordall your friends, theirs say the worddrumming fingers on your hipswaiting, waiting, waiting on my lips you want to play the lear with medemand that i profess it, dearlear? get real, early oni thought we’d gotten past the word sing to me the way you used to…