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  “Oh, I see,” Johnny said. “I see what you mean. Of course, you couldn’t know. No, I understand.” A tear ran down Felipe’s face. “Listen, Johnny. I would never betray you, you know that. We’ve been like brothers, you know that!” Felipe’s mind was racing faster than it ever had. Where was Jean now? Where the hell was she?
 
These photos are from a session in Montreal’s Old Port, on the sunniest and warmest day of this year yet: April 28th, 2013. The elevated platform at the beginning of Rue Wellington, surrounded by buildings of varying colours and architectural styles, serves as an excellent location.
 
Laying down on the side of the pool, he stared up at the sky. The sun was still shining bright, and it would keep on for another few hours. He was at rest. Peace, for now, but what would happen when darkness fell? “We’ll be fine,” she said with a smile. “Somehow, we always are,” he responded.
These photos were taken at the Centre de Commerce Mondial, Montreal. I am starting to add flash to my portrait photography to fill in some light, and though this was done with the EOS 60D’s buit-in flash, I think it turned out quite well.
   
I took these photos with lovely Angela Gruninger at Square Victoria, Montreal, in late July 2012.     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.
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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