Paper Hearts & Photographs

The thing with photographs is that sometimes you can tell exactly how the photographer is feeling the second they take the picture. Some photographs are so filled with love or intensity that they are visible to the naked eye, so obvious that it's impossible to ignore. As a photographer, I wish I was never capable of disappointing myself. For example: for every one photograph I've taken that I love, there are about 15 more that I feel are a waste of film. I know it's impossible to be perfect, or to always get it right, but it's still so crushingly disappointing. I can't stop, though. I will always strive for that perfect picture.

Summer is very quickly coming to a close. A week ago, I drove to Vancouver with my friend Miranda, who is moving there, and flew home last Wednesday night. It was such a welcome reprieve from my daily life in Calgary, which is at best satisfactory, and at worst monotonous. I got to take almost 3 rolls of film during the trip, most of the pictures hurried and uninspired, but even just using my camera again felt fantastic. Lately, the hot weather has subsided, and in its wake is a gorgeous midday temperature and a completely bearable breeze.

We move again in 3 weeks. It seems September is always a time for reinvention, for the change I thrive on and long for. This time last year I was still at camp, getting ready to go home and face the task of moving across the country. This year, I am enjoying random weekends and nights out, camping in places called Ghost Lake, walks through the city on summer evenings, time spent by the river and in noisy brewery-style restaurants with cold beer in hand. If you ask me, quite auspicious. I like the sounds of this.