Of all the flowers in my garden, it is the Snowdrop that gives me the most joy. This humble perennial is short-lived, void of colourful blooms, and only a few inches tall. I love it the most because it is the first sign of life after the long, dark months of winter; often appearing weeks before any other early spring bloom. For me, the common Snowdrop is the embodiment of hope and renewal.
Friday, 15 February 2013
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Most, including myself, prefer to take pictures on warm and sunny days. We do this because it’s convenient, more comfortable. In a manner, we’re conditioned to do so. For example, photo magazines are replete with images of happy smiling faces having ‘fun in the sun’. So, we’re forgiven for defaulting to this mode. However, there are opportunities for a worthwhile image in all kinds of weather, even when it’s cold and miserable. Seeking that ‘catch of the day’ in poor weather can yield an image that the fair weather photographers are missing. The effort may be rewarded with a shot that nobody else has. I wish I could tell you this was my discovery but that’s not true. I learned this from professional photographers whose work I greatly admire.
Now, while most are huddling indoors on those cold, dreary, foggy days I’m happily outside with camera in hand. The scenes are very different as background clutter is usually obscured from sight. Only essential elements are visible leaving the possibility for that wonderful visual state which the master, Freeman Patterson labelled as ‘dynamic simplicity’. Simplicity: a wonderful tonic for a world that can be unnecessarily complicated.
Friday, 1 February 2013
I’ve walked the trail to Melda’s Marsh a hundred times but on this one day, the intensity and quality of light revealed this mysterious scene. It was the rare combination of a mid-summer day and the pulsing light from changing cloud densities that created an opportunity. I had the sense this scene could soon change so I began shooting immediately. Believing I had “something-in-camera” that resembled what I felt while drawn into this space, I began to pack-up. By the time I was ready to leave, the light had changed and the scene was gone. Every time I walk past this site I marvel at how it's so different and how one can return to the same place hundreds of times and leave with an entirely different experience. That’s one of the reasons why I’m attracted to photography. As in life, those snippets of time are so fleeting.
Saturday, 26 January 2013
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Saturday, 19 January 2013
The northern Straits of Georgia has a very special island called Mitlenatch. There's an abundance of wildlife as the island is uninhabited, save one or two volunteer custodians. After circling the island in our RHIB, our group landed and spent the lunch hour walking about on the trails and taking in the sights. It was a perfect Spring day and the lilies were in bloom...Someday, I'll return for a longer visit.
Sunday, 31 July 2011
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Sunday, 29 May 2011
A colleague from the ProPhoto Course told me of Bear Creek Nature Park. Recently opened and now a welcome addition to the many parks that dot the Regional District. Bear Creek Nature Park is in its infancy and therefore more primitive than others. The trails are not marked but it's easy to get around if one is careful. You'll find more wildlife here...and some beautiful light.
Seal Bay Nature Park is a place I go to exhale and restore balance. In the final years of my flying career, we were in a transition to a new aircraft. During that time the ops tempo was very high; making squadron life quite challenging. I was grateful for the opportunity to be part of such an important era in military search and rescue. My best offset for those big days was a brief visit to this beautiful park.
Amongst Hornby Islanders, Grassy Point Point is the favourite place for sunsets. The first time I went there we arrived late, missing our chance. Determined, I returned a couple of weeks later and captured this image. As luck would have it a kelp bed drifted through the foreground, completing the composition.
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
These rotting pilings were pointed out to me by local photographer and mentor, Chris Carter. We spent about an hour studying these features and discussed how to create a composition out of what lay before us. Here is my modest effort, which renders better in black and white. As a large print, this image becomes a metaphorical landscape, reminding viewers of castles in the sky.
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Friday, 25 March 2011
The Japanese Cemetery in Cumberland is a heritage landmark. I last visited the site just before dusk after a February snowfall. While taking these shots the snow was melting and falling from the trees. By the time I was finished shooting, the scene had completed changed as most of the snow had melted.
For me, there is something primal about the black and white image. Somehow, the absence of colour simplifies them and in doing so, distractions are removed. All that remains are the elemental values of contrast and tone. My introduction to photography was many years ago through the realm of black and white film, which is part of the attraction. Perhaps it's due to a need to simplify and reduce, in a world that is moving so fast and changing so quickly. Despite all the wonderful advances in technology, I still find myself returning to the greyscale for inspiration. Nature is another source of inspiration for me. I grew up on the beautiful northern shoreline of Lake Superior. After decades of wandering, I now have the privilege of living amidst the beauty of Vancouver Island.
On this blog you'll find some of my recent work. Most images are in black and white, but sometimes I'm drawn to a scene that is better suited for colour.
Posted by Jamie Davidson at 20:54