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I see the moon...

And the moon sees me... We all know the rest, no need to continue the ditty. This is what I was privy to this morning when I got up.

I just finished a 3,000 word essay on the subject of my intuition with regard to photography and archiving or collecting. For those who enjoy Jacques Derrida, Walter Benjamin and similar type thinkers, and don't mind getting lost in deep thought, I will post it for your reading pleasure. One interesting result of having written this paper is that I have been freed of Old Montreal. I know, sounds weird. Just read the paper (or simply the conclusion) to find out why.

Lili's Garden

When she was little, I told her this garden was hers. We lived across the street from it, the Château Ramezay garden. She is now very much grown up, but it still troubles her. "Mom, was that really MY garden?" she asked the other day...

Poésie montréalaise - le jardinier sans-abris

This is such serendipity. Thank you so much YMC for your perceptive eye, cet oeil qui voit tout ce qui est important.

Drawbridge on 17th

The sky was simply fantastic and the drawbridge gave me the time necessary to grab the shot... with my iPhone.Too bad about the flaw in the clouds across the top.

The Oddest Rainbow

A few days ago, YMC let out a scream, told everyone to grab a camera and to look towards the south shore... This is what was in the sky. A rainbow so huge, its beginning looked vertical. Just imagine the pot of gold at the end of this one!

Sunset on a climbing tree

This tree has been witness to decades, if not over a century of time gone by. My small homage...en photo.

The Scooter Man

I just swung the camera around in a jiffy not to miss this one. Quirky. The story that came to mind was that he was in such a hurry this morning, he grabbed his kid's scooter to make it to work in time...

Nelson ponders...

YMC asked me to take this shot. It was a very good idea...problem is my lens was incredibly filthy. Time for spring cleaning.

Les Chuchoteuses pour de vrai

I could not resist the shot. I don't think any photographer could have just walked by. What a parallel...Bélanger's chuchoteuses looked at by real-life chuchoteuses? Almost looks that way.

Expensive bugs for sale

The actual store was not that large but the bugs started at the ceiling and went all the way to the floor. Big ones, small ones, ones that fly, others that crawl. Needless to say I preferred staying outside...I found this oddity in Paris, on Boulevard St-Germain, almost at the Seine.