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Photography Road Trip

Rusty car

Thumbnail: Gas tank
Thumbnail: Dusty handprint
Thumbnail: Electrical cabin
Thumbnail: Sam and model
Thumbnail: Wood balcony
Thumbnail: Mail slot
Thumbnail: Model
Thumbnail: R - Y lettering
Thumbnail: Virgin Mary
Thumbnail: Wood lettering

Four of us piled into my car to make a ven­ture out west, in search of ghost towns. Areas that weren’t devel­oped enough for the Canadian rail­way to go through, and the lack of major trans­porta­tion even­tu­al­ly killed them.

What we found were not-so-aban­doned places, black flies bit­ing us all over, and dead ends.

Still, it was­n’t a total loss. There’s some­thing to shoot almost any­where, as long as you can change your per­spec­tive. And rid­ing in a car with three new peo­ple means you get good con­ver­sa­tion, if not good pho­to oppor­tu­ni­ties.

Saying Goodbye to Frederic and Misun

Akio punches

Thumbnail: Dad
Thumbnail: Akio in the garbage
Thumbnail: Boys in trouble
Thumbnail: Akio in the garbage
Thumbnail: Miric on lap

They’re in France now, and I feel like a part of me is miss­ing. I know they aren’t gone for­ev­er, but they’re so far away that I can’t just dri­ve over to their house on a whim to talk any­more. They were peo­ple who real­ly under­stood me, who intro­duced me to so much of the world, who inspired me, who gave me con­fi­dence.

Before get­ting on the bus to Montreal, Frédéric told me that we’ll go on lots of adven­tures togeth­er. I hope it’s soon­er rather than lat­er.

Amnesiac Epiphanies

It seems like every week­end I make plans, because I think “I haven’t seen this per­son in a while and I don’t know when I’ll have a chance to hang out with them again.” But it does­n’t seem to stop, because there’s always anoth­er per­son to see, anoth­er thing to do, and by the time I’ve caught up with the last friend, it’s been months since I saw the first friend again.

This is the first week­end that I’ve had free. I just played Black and White 2 for five hours, and it feels good, con­sid­er­ing that I haven’t real­ly played a game in a while, let alone be able to lose myself in one. It’s like I don’t get a chance to relax for more than 45 min­utes at a time before I’m off doing some­thing else.

A lot of my old­er co-work­ers tell me they don’t even have time to relax on the week­ends. It’s one of those things that comes with hav­ing kids, hav­ing a house, hav­ing a full-time job. Is this what being an adult is about? Not that I mind; for a while now, I’ve want­ed to be this busy so I could for­get about things, to move on.

And then, I real­ized that I have.

Goodbye Karaoke Party

Frédéric, Misun, and the boys are mov­ing to France to explore a new busi­ness ven­ture. To say good­bye to every­one, they rent­ed out a karaoke bar and had a par­ty. The night was a cacoph­o­ny of sound, for the kids were giv­en free reign of the dance floor and ran around in cir­cles, while the adults took turns singing and eat­ing.

This is my first “5x5”; a video of five vignettes at five sec­onds each. It’s a help­ful guide­line for putting togeth­er footage that does­n’t nec­es­sar­i­ly have a con­sis­tent theme. It’s also very restric­tive, as five sec­onds is bare­ly enough to see what’s going on in a par­tic­u­lar clip, and that means you real­ly have to find the essence of action. I gen­er­al­ly don’t make 5x5s because I always have a sto­ry to tell, but in this case, it’s fun just to see how peo­ple sing. This is very dif­fer­ent from the Chinese karaoke par­ties I was wit­ness to as a kid, where the adults take their singing very seri­ous­ly, so every­one is very qui­et, atten­tive, and quite rehearsed.

The one who stole the show was Akio, who had heard Frédéric, Misun start­ing a duet of Ne Me Quitte Pas, took the micro­phone from Misun, and start­ed repeat­ing the line he had just learned.

I told Frédéric, “It’s amaz­ing that you’re not ner­vous up there”, and he told me, “I just said to myself that I want to have fun, and it would­n’t be fun if I did­n’t sing, so I was­n’t ner­vous.” I wish I could do that.