There are times when I get into a photographic rut I’ll go for a long walk and just see what I can come across. Sometimes this lets me try new techniques that I’ve learned or break the photographic rules. Mostly I’ll just shoot what catches my eye that will help me get out of that rut.
The city where I live is small and at one time was an industrial power house. But with the decline of industry and the growth of the rust belt much of that power is now gone. However if you are in reasonable shape and are use to walking then Brantford makes for a good walk with a number of trails or along it’s streets. With the Grand River cutting Brantford in two you can see wild life close to the down town as well as get a number of interesting panoramas. I’ve shot this section of the river many times and each time I can find something a little different in the vista.
Today I found myself wondering around the old canal near where I live. I’ve photographed the area and the canal a few times but it’s nice to go back and look at it again with different eyes. Today was over cast so the light was soft with the threat of rain. I wanted to experiment with some long exposure photography as well as self portraiture. I also have an idea to combine the long exposure and portraiture so I wanted to work out a few bugs and to make sure I could get it right. These are the result of the walk and the experimentation. I was once told that every good photographer should be willing to experiment and push the envelop. I may not have pushed the envelop today but I gave it a nudge.
Sunday is one of those random days my wife and I set aside for walk around an area. Mostly its a day to go for a drive and look for a convenient place to turn around and head home. Cambridge is one of those communities that used to be known as the small towns of, Hespler, Preston, Galt and Cambridge and is now known collectively as Cambridge due to amalgamation many years ago. However if you look carefully at Cambridge you can still see the uniqueness of each small community as well as their history.
In the town where I live is a small treasure. A place that harkens back to the time of coffee houses where you could listen to folk music and look at art made by local artists. The Station House Café sits beside the main rail line that runs through town and is part of the Railway Station complex. Sometimes the rattle and roar of trains interrupts the music or the poetry readings much to the frustration and or laughter of everyone. Mostly the trains add something to the feeling and the ambiance of the cafe, that feeling you get as the music or poetry carries you away to a distant place just as a train does. The Station House Café is old fashioned and has a feeling of being somewhat out of time. But when the music plays and the poet stands before the mic there is a magic.