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Published October 24, 2017 by

Change Is a Funny Thing

change, Toronto skyline, 1982
Toronto Skyline, 1982                     © Avard Woolaver

Change Is a Funny Thing (Day 24 of 31)

Change is a funny thing; you can’t know what will matter to you in the years to come. When I look back at photos I took in previous decades, I find so many elements, sometimes just small features of the background, that strike me now in ways they couldn’t have when I took the photo.

For example, I spent years roaming around Toronto, taking street photos. Many of these show stores and businesses that have long since vanished; others have become iconic. Buildings have been taken down, and others put up in their place. Gas in the 1980s, I’m reminded, cost 45 cents a liter. Fashion was so different; cars were huge.

Moreover, as you age, your priorities shift so much (or at least mine have). Family photos that never used to seem special or remarkable in any way may turn out to have my only shot of a certain cousin or aunt. Places I’d forgotten about are suddenly in front of me again.

My experience has been that it’s difficult or impossible to predict these outcomes. I don’t know what I’ll see when I look back at pictures I haven’t studied in a long time. All I know is that there are certain to be surprises.

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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Published October 23, 2017 by

With a Pet, Try for Candid Shots

Avard Woolaver, pet, cat,
© Avard Woolaver

With a Pet, Try for Candid Shots (Day 23 of 31)

Pet portraits are so tricky, especially when the pets are young and energetic (i.e., at probably their cutest stage), that I’ve found it helpful to try to get good candid shots rather than convince a pet to sit still and pose.

This has been especially true with my family’s cat, who is, of course, obstinate and full of very definite ideas of her own. Cats aren’t amenable to persuasion. They don’t care if you want them to sit charmingly in a certain place. Far better, it seems, to go about your daily business with the thought in the back of your mind, I want to remember to get a nice photo of her when I have a chance. It may take a couple of weeks, but eventually things will coalesce: lighting, angle, pose, expression, and your readiness. (If you’re doing it for some sort of project with a definite timeframe—say, making calendars for family members’ gifts—make sure you start early!)

Dogs are more inclined to try to please you, but they’re no more able to understand just what you want. If they could interpret your instructions (“Bailey, don’t move your tail! Stay right there! Look a little bit to your left!”), they’d be glad to comply. Here again, my experience has been that a happier outcome tends to arise from putting myself in the path of the serendipitous good shot than from having a certain setup in mind ahead of time—even when I’m photographing an eager-to-please pet.

When the light is good and your pet is in a suitable mood, be ready. You may have to take a lot of photos over time to get a few that seem to capture something of your beloved animal’s essence and personality, but that’s okay. Stick with it, and eventually you’ll have a photo that speaks to you at some extraordinary level. Yes, you’ll think, that’s exactly what I wanted to show.

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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Published October 22, 2017 by

Photographing Snow Is Really Photographing Wind

Avard Woolaver, snow, winter,
© Avard Woolaver

Photographing Snow Is Really Photographing Wind (Day 22 of 31)

There are different ways to photograph snow. One of the most interesting is when it’s blowing. When fine granules are blowing across a road or roof, or over the ground, it’s one of the few ways you can see the shape of the wind.

Smoke and clouds give us ways to “see” wind sometimes, as do sandstorms. But smoke and clouds move somewhat differently from the way snow does. (I imagine sand blows around more the way snow does, but I have never seen a sandstorm.)

The phenomenon I’m talking about is one illustrators use, as well as photographers. You see it in, for example, children’s picture books about snowfalls: the snow curling and eddying, blown about by the wind.

In eastern Canada, where I live, it’s not time yet for the first snowfall of the season. That’s not the case in parts of the country that deal with a lot more of it than we do here; the North is already seeing snow on the ground. For the rest of the country, it’s partly something to be dreaded and partly just a simple fact of life. Doing whatever we can to enjoy it more—like getting out to photograph it—makes the long winter more bearable.

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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Published October 21, 2017 by

Small Events Are Our Lives

Avard Woolaver, events, memories,
Brooklyn Station, 1977               © Avard Woolaver

Small Events Are Our Lives (Day 21 of 31)

Small events are great. I’ll never forget my older daughter’s first snowman, which I helped her build the winter she was, I think, two. I’d been telling her about snowmen, describing beforehand what they were like and how much fun we would have building one. When the snow arrived, we were ready. She and I made it right by the back door, at the top of the steps; it was about nine inches tall.

It’s a treasured memory, and one that still makes me laugh. My tiny daughter, patting little handfuls of snow in place to make this mini guy. The whole operation probably took four or five minutes, and then we were done.

If I could go back to that house in Toronto and stand on that back porch, it would give me profound pleasure to be at that spot and say, to her and to myself, Here’s where we built your first snowman.

Small pilgrimages—the tiniest, the most local—are not to be underestimated. Here’s where the porcupine was. This is where you got stung by the bee. Here’s where you slept outside in the tent for the first time.

These small events are our lives. These places are where our lives happened, and are happening still. In the words of Gord Downie, “No dress rehearsal, this is our life.”

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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Published October 20, 2017 by

Had My Camera; Saw a Deer

deer, Avard Woolaver, backyard, Nova Scotia,
© Avard Woolaver

Had My Camera; Saw a Deer (Day 20 of 31)

I had my camera in my hand. It was twilight time. I was in a brushy sort of meadow area a few miles from home, taking pictures of a dead tree with long, interesting branches. Suddenly a deer reared up—a large buck, snorting at me and leaping in place. (Deer ordinarily seem so gentle, but this thing was seriously frightening.)

It’s the kind of unusual situation I love, far more fascinating than the tree I’d come there to photo. I was holding my camera at that moment. So how many photos was I able to get? You guessed: zero.

It just happened so quickly; the deer reared up intimidatingly, not far at all from where I was standing, and it made itself so big and was acting truly ferocious. The noises it was making—I’m not kidding; I was scared, and not just because it had startled me.

We miss all kinds of great shots over the course of a lifetime. That day I learned that you can miss them even when you’re right there in the moment, actually taking pictures at the time! But it was such a brief moment—five seconds, perhaps? Not much more. The deer snorted with rage a couple more times, then spun around and disappeared into the woods past the meadow.

(The deer pictured in today’s entry isn’t the one I’m talking about. It’s a deer that wandered into my backyard on a different day.)

It was a great moment, one I often think of when I drive by the spot. No photo captured it, but that’s okay; I have the memory.

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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