When I was first diagnosed with my illness, I got into photography. I felt a sense of calm descend on me when I took photos. I liked the way you could look through the lens and see something completely different than when you looked at the whole scene. I enjoyed capturing normal things in random ways that made you think twice about what you were actually looking at.
I took my camera to the Butchart Gardens where I had a wealth of flora to photograph. I walked around the property we rented in Black Creek, on north Vancouver Island, taking photos of wooden sheds and abandoned old cars in the woods. At the beach I photographed shells in the sand and herring eggs like pearls attached to seaweed. When we moved to the south Island I went on photo fieldtrips to places like Government House, the estate of the Lieutenant Governor, or the Fort Rodd Hill and Fisgard Lighthouse National Historic Site.
As I wrote last week, I gave up a lot of photography for writing. Because of my limited energy, the time I took for writing took away from the time I had for photography. And as my illness progressed and my energy levels continued to decline, I eventually gave up photography altogether.
But now that my book is in the publication process and I’m not taking on any shorter freelance pieces, I want to get back into photography. I was elated that, on a recent hike at Cobble Hill mountain (when I stopped on the switchbacks to catch my breath), I saw something with my photographer’s eye: a sprig of fern against a background of a moss-covered block of concrete. I still have that way of seeing, I just have to exercise the seeing muscle.
This week I’m sharing some of my favourite photos from when I was really into photography. Hope to have more soon.
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Under the bridge in Comox/Courtenay.
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Boat sheds, Genoa Bay.
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Feather on wood.
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Water plants, Cowichan Estuary.
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Struggling through the ice, Black Creek.
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Field of poppies, Royston.
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Landscape in the sand.
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Gomphrena, Butchart Gardens.
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Grey wood, blue lock.
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Alder catkins, Black Creek.
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Iron and wood.
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Wheelbarrow, Butchart Gardens.