Last Saturday, I was riding my bike to Steveston at the south arm of the Fraser River to meet my parents for a few hours on a whale watching boat. This was my third time on the new bike paths lining the north shore of Richmond.
Given its distance from YVR, Vancouver’s international airport, and the absolutely gorgeous weather we were having that day, it was no surprise to hear many jet planes passing overhead to land. Some floatplanes were also taking off from and landing on the water — to and from what I imagine were more local, perhaps more remote or obscure, ports of call.
At one point in the ride, I happened to look over my shoulder to the water on my right. For one brief, precious, fleeting second, the following were all happening:
- I was being carried by my bike on the bike route, which follows the water line;
- a plane was traversing in the same direction on North Arm of the Fraser River beside me (coming? going? I don’t recall but I want to say it was going faster) ; and
- a bee was flying in parallel with us both, about a foot and a half to my right between me and the plane.
All three of us with someplace to go at whatever speed we could muster to get there. I’ll never forget it.
Old school B&W darkroom photography at its finest!
The comparison images reveal the enormous amount of attention that Pablo Inirio, the master darkroom printer who works at Magnum Photos‘ New York headquarters, gives to photos in the darkroom.
The lines and circles reveal the printer’s strategies for dodging and burning the image under the enlarger, with numbers scattered throughout the image to note different exposure times.
Let’s hear it for gorgeous, wonderfully contrast-y OG photos!
Photoshop before photoshop. Lurvely.
how experience can teach you to heal
in all the wrong ways.
I sabotage myself so well,
bolt myself in
before others can open the doors.
My words are clumsy and awkward.
People regard me like a car accident;
they can’t look away
from something so tragic.
Sometimes I forget how to be human.
I hope on those days,
you’d be willing to wait for me
Enrique Peñalosa on public space problems in Latin America.
(translated from Spanish)