Jim Friesen - Photography

Neighborhood walks when I only had my iphone.


The post processing in photoshop creates the same enthusiasm in me, when I like a picture, as a darkroom would for traditional photographers. But I often wish I could watch the image emerge in a bath. Somehow that process is like seeing your own soul appear slowly before you. Digital editing is more like an archeologist brushing away dust, a sculptor chipping away marble or a carpenter building a desk. 

Katherine enjoys a quote that goes, roughly, "All art aspires to music".


Her brother, Paul Headrick, wrote a short story, "The Studies Of Fernando Sor", in which the great eighteenth century guitarist and composer tries to explain to his landlady that his guitar studies do not need descriptive titles because they are meant to be appreciated solely for their form and structure. 


Claude Debussy, on the other hand, gave his beautiful compositions very specific descriptive titles.


I don't know if there is an anthropomorphic metaphor lurking in this photograph or if it is merely line, light and composition that makes me feel it is worth printing and sharing.  Either way, it aspires to music

I could have said Katherine and Dusty but I like the universality of the anonymous. There seems to be something epic and spiritual in this small moment in such a grand setting. At least to me.

Having been forced to spend a lot of time at home recently, it allowed the time (between too many computer games, books and television) to go through old photos. 

Photography allows me the luxury of taking second looks and revisiting pieces I had earlier dismissed as unworthy. There's a metaphor in there somewhere.

This is my first effort at stitching together two photos from my iphone in order to create a panorama. I almost always alter the colour - desaturating ... changing ... saturating - until I get something that triggers a feeling that is similar to actually being there, only, hopefully, heightened or given specific mood by the choices I've made. 


I can't help but look at photographs almost like scraps of dream, images created by memory and imagination, rather than captured moments.


The iphone images do not have the same crispness of detail as my larger cameras but, in this case, their texture seemed appropriate to the personality of the scene. 



I took a used camera out for a test drive to one of my favorite places, Iona Beach. My friend Ed was offering me a very good deal. It is the Fujifilm X-E1. Fuji does a number of things well and for me they were reflected in the textures and clarity of this shot (yes, I know, another lonesome highway shot - what can I say, it reminds me of home). Ed recalled a scene from a documentary where Neil Young is browsing guitars in a pawn shop and decides to buy one because he believes it has some songs in it. I kind of felt that way about this camera.

I have written before about Japanese woodblock prints and have occasionally tried to mimic the look, with limited success. I was playing with effects from all three of my photo processing apps, Photoshop, Lightroom and Nik, when a rather ordinary shot started to take on aspects of those prints. The snow on the mountain (behind the mountain behind the tanker) reminded me of Hokusai's 36 Views of Fuji


English Bay may be my version of Mount Fuji. I'm going to go back in my library of English Bay photos (I have hundreds, if not thousands). Maybe I can find 36 that might work.

I may at some point have a series of these shots - looking down from shoulder height at the beautiful debris displayed below.  This is post-windstorm that followed a snowfall.

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