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Try Again

Try Again
The one and only time I tried to skate on the Canal I fell on my ass so often I said I’d never go back – how could I possibly take photos at the same time as I fall on my SLR? Which makes me question having that SLR with me all the time.

It’s big, and there have been two times in the past week where I’ve been called out for having it “who you with?” “stop taking pictures” etc.

There are some sweet P&S’s on the market right now, the Canon G9 or G10 and especially the much coveted Panasonic DMC-LX3 (has anyone actually seen this thing in person?). Obviously the adage comes into play – The camera you take with you will take infinitely better pictures than the one you leave behind – and I do leave the 1D at home, especially in winter.

Though isn’t there something to be said about the control and quality of a SLR, it’s why I got one in the first place. Is a pocket camera, albeit a large and well regarded one, worthwhile? I’ve asked this before, but I’m less interested in WHAT camera you use than: if you have a SLR do you have a P&S as well? or a Holga, or that old Polaroid, or a Leica or whatever? Did you go big brand SLR and never go back?

One shout-out I neglected in my 600th post yesterday was Otaku Josh who once banned me from commenting on his site (because my comments were, and are, irreverent and often inappropriate) who was the only one to READ my updated “about” page and corrected my atrocious spelling. Well played sir.

In the Eye of the Dow

In the Eye of the Dow
Okay, I actually processed this image twice, it’s an HDR, which I just couldn’t seem to work out the way I wanted, and then I went a tried out HDRMAX (there’s a trial version available), and bingo – gave me that punch and contrast I was looking for. I’m thinking of grabbing it permanently – since it’s $150 (US) and, as a standalone processor it does a lot more than Photomatix does – and that needs mucho PS post work. So y’know – if you’re interested… there it is.

Also – of a more exciting note – today is my 600th post!! That must be a milestone of sorts so I’ll take the time to thank everyone who checks this blog and particularly those who comment – I appreciate the feedback FOR REALS! Thanks to those who subscribe, and everyone who’s helped me along the way.

I do have to especially thank the people who helped me out since day one, gave me encouragement (or didn’t when necessary), and most certainly told me when I had a bad [read: terrible] photo:


  • Attila
  • Aaron
  • Xtina
  • Brad
  • Jonathan Greenwald
  • …and all of the kids at both of the offices (SB & ORCF) who say I’m great though I’m really not but that’s their ignorance so fuck’em. And my Mom who’s always awesome and will give me hell for the last sentence and Paul who is also awesome and is the awesomest guy my mom could be awesome with.

    And Mel, Quinn and Owen, because they give me people and situations I can photograph every day, and the time to take them.

    Thank you.

    Beavertailes at Dows

    Beavertailes at Dows
    According to google analytics, not everyone who reads this blog is from Canada – so you may not know what a Beavertail is. Honestly they’re nothing crazy good; HOWEVER, if you are freezing your ass off in Ottawa in the winter, namely on the Canal, then they are god-sent warmth in the form of sugar and fried awesome.
    Flattened pastry with cinnamon and lemon (or that maple spread you can get at Timmies), or even with Nutella – along with an overpriced cider or hot chocolate it’s the perfect winter treat.

    I hear they even had a kiosk at the Obama inauguration – so maybe if you were down south at that time you had a chance to feel the warmth of some beavertail.

    Also, I can only hope that Brad can come up with some hilarious commentary about the name.

    410 Canada

    410 Canada
    Didn’t do too much this weekend; Mel’s Grandmother passed away so we chilled and tried to do the things that would please her most, though very little could. I did jump at the chance to walk up to Dow’s Lake and check out Winterlude.
    I forget, sometimes, that I don’t live where I used to and shit is different here. For one: There’s a seven kilometre canal come skating rink that everyone goes too, even the military. It just kinda blows my mind man.

    Citrus waggon?

    Citrus waggon?
    This is no ‘clever’ angle, this waggon is submerged in snow. Now if it was a “shagin” waggon, you’ll have to be pretty motivated to dig it out… and I suppose you would be… so yeah, you would.