FIT THREE

It still counts as a selfie.

Free Internet Therapy.

I miss the studio. I’m feeling good about the photographs I’ve been making outdoors here in Squamish. I’m excited about vague beginnings of ideas floating in the landscape here. I’m enamoured by browns in young eagle’s feathers, the steam leaving the hillside as it warms. But man. I really miss the studio.

The last portrait that I lit was a very last minute affair for a friends cat inspired xmas card (which, was so nice to figure out, even if it put my work week over 75 hours). Anyways. I know I’ll get back into a space soon enough, but looking through my folders of images for something to put up here today (I didn’t shoot anything today) I found this self portrait. I found a bunch of other things too. Particularly I found the images I made with Jack Garton.

I guess when I saw the images of Jack I was reminded that I was very proud of that work. I felt like I really was making the kinds of portraits I strived for since getting my own strobes in early 2017. I guess I feel a certain melancholy for making those kinds of images. I have a fear too that I’ll be out of practice. That’s half the point of these FIT posts, practice, practice, practice. I’m just looking forward to making those images again. Until then I’ll be looking at birds and the mountains.