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    When the sky cleared and the sun came out, the shadows drew the features of his face in a new light. These headshots were taken on September 5th, 2011. Click thumbs for full-size portrait-format shots!     Tell me all about the wild rides! Life’s careless when you follow the waves, and easy when you lead, emerge on top and grow richer for the time you spend. These are byproducts of a photo session I had with a friend for passport photos in early August 2011.
  These photos were taken on the 9th of April 2011 on the Plateau, Montréal. One of the first days of Spring – and I’m happy I can shoot outside again. Clara Engel is a musician who has her music up at Bandcamp. Recommended! Images and poetry eagerly linger beyond the click.
She reaches through the fire and night, through the dark to the light, while we dwell out of sight: in the blur and the haze, the mess and the daze, with the memories that fade of the dreams that we made. Darkness, for her, is a fresh and cool shade. And the sun is always where she wants it to be.
Years and spaces now lie between us and those final days in Germany. Even then, the lines on her face talked to me about where we were headed, and when I look back now, it seems like they’re still speaking. Daring me to reach out to her through the screen. And I feel like I can. She never ages. She once told me she wanted to be forever young.
Whenever I look into the mirror, thousands of stories look back at me, and I often stop and ponder. I ponder how many parallel universes there are with me in it, and in how many ways I’ve already died in them. I find it hard to understand that all of my life is just part of the same world, and that I’m still around. This is a scene from the movie “The Intruder”, a haunting story by Jacques Bouchard, made in Montreal in 2008. More pictures from that set will follow.
This must have been the foggiest day of the entire year. The air was so humid, cold and still that even the birds had fallen silent. He had given up trying to light his cigar, and instead just stood there, pondering his next move. She was pissed, no question about that. But could he risk catching up with her and letting Baker slip away? Suddenly, he missed the days when he was a man with nothing to lose.
Mom and dad cheered from the edge of the field, and he was trembling with excitement. This was it. The great day. The racket felt heavy in his hands, heavier than usual, and today, for the first time, he felt the uncertainty that came with something new beginning.
She shines, and bounces, and smiles, and dances |
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