Category: Photos

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of myself at the local coffee shop, working and scrolling through social feeds — wall to wall Ghomeshi verdict reactions — while We Are The Champions plays over the stereo, followed by Losing My Religion.

Indeed.

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Here is a picture I did not take of a kid deciding to do some impromptu sledding by taking a running leap down the hill behind the tuck shop at the park. Lacking a sledding device was of no concern, as the front of his nylon snowsuit was sufficiently slippery to get him most of the way down the hill. And when he stopped, which was fortuitous, since there was no barrier between him and the boardwalk next to the lake, he finished off the distance by turning 90 degrees and rolling the rest of the way.

Well played, young sir.

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This is a picture I did not take, looking in on Perimeter Institute on a Friday evening while walking my dog, when their Christmas party was in full swing. Bright colours, music, groups socializing, and pockets of awkward dancing downstairs, while here and there on the otherwise dark upper levels, a few offices were illuminated, and backlit physicists poked away at the great mysteries of the universe instead of rockin’ around the Christmas tree.

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This is a picture I did not take while standing in a field at the dog park, the breeze redolent of honeysuckle and lifting the damp hair off my neck. And watching the local osprey casually soar past on the hunt for a meal for its chicks.

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This is a picture I did not take while Sherry and I were on our way to a Hip concert. Stopped at a light, I noticed loud music after a moment, unexpected music: the Hallelujah chorus from the fourth movement of Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. Blasting out the open windows of the big, red 4×4 pickup truck in front of us, while the driver rocked out/hand-conducted out the driver’s side window.

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This is a picture I did not take of a woman wearing a parka, pink pyjama pants, and slippers, sitting on a dining room chair with her feet up, and sipping coffee in zero-degree weather on the balcony of her new condo.

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This is a picture I did not take of a gaggle of skinny Asian teenagers standing just up from a downtown street corner, huddled against the wall of a restaurant and sharing a pair of iPod earbuds. At random intervals they would burst into multi-part R&B harmonies in English, with all the overwrought drama of a Boyz II Men reunion. They’d sing a few lines, then stop, usually burst out laughing, and converse in rapid-fire Chinese. Rinse and repeat until I crossed when the light changed.

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This is a picture I did not take of a little boy in Spider-man jammies, sitting in the kid seat of a grocery store cart, singing/chanting a fairly catchy made-up song to his toy car, which, in hand, he was making dance along the hand rail. And he stopped just long enough as I passed to flash me the biggest, most infectious grin, which I could not help but return, and then resumed his song, which remained stuck in my head all the way to the parking lot.

Sockbeasts

Recently I was trying to remember when I made my first sockmonkey. I was home at my parents’ for a few days around Christmas, and I still have the result. His name is Jean Chaussette. But he’s not talking.

I don’t know if it’s been 10 years, but it’s getting close. Little wonder, then, that the last two seasons (I only work on them in winter) I have made fewer and fewer. I am not great at sewing, and have gotten about as good at making sockmonkeys as I’m going to get.

I’ve thought about making other animals before, and have seen and bookmarked instructions for dogs, octopi, and all kinds of other cute things. It was kind of just a matter of time before I cut up the socks a bit differently. This is the first result of my experimentation. The sockalope! (A gift for the proprietors of my favourite coffee shop, whose mascot is the jackalope.)

The next project is already in progress. 🙂

sockalope