Photo Essay #18: The Cars of Little Italy

Being a native Montrealer, I find Ottawa's Little Italy somewhat underwhelming. It's the littlest and least Italian Little Italy I think I've ever seen!

Little Italy in Ottawa is loosely defined as Preston Street, from Carling in the south to Somerset in the north, with the surrounding blocks pulled in for good measure. It's a working-class neighbourhood that is undergoing transformation. Like all good 21st-century transformations, that means genrification. The modest, hundred-year-old single family homes are giving way to condos, or being torn down and replaced with dwellings that the traditional residents could never afford.

I spent 8 Saturday afternoons in a row in Little Italy this fall and got to know the area. One thing that struck me was the relative lack of people. There are cars everywhere, and the accoutrements that go with them: dealerships, garages and parking lots.

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Photo Essay #17: No B&W here

I recently had the good fortune to visit Bermuda for the first time, and couldn't help but marvel at the strikingly simple geometry and gorgeous colours of Bermudian architecture.

They say you're not supposed to shoot after 10 and before 4 to avoid the harsh daytime light. Consider that rule broken.

All shots from my Fujifilm X-T2 and X100F, in Velvia or Classic Chrome, with only a very few minor adjustments in Lightroom.

Photo essay #16: Seeing Red in Boston

It's been almost a week since we got back from vacation, and I've only just gotten around to culling and processing the far too many shots I took. A few days in Boston followed by a 7-day cruise to Bermuda and back.

Our time in Boston was blessed with sunny, warm days and great light with no haze.

Not a huge believer in traditional holiday snaps of all the touristy sites, I opted to do a little street shooting instead. Tremont Street, Quincy Market, Boston Common and the North End. Click to enlarge.

Photo essay #15: lazy Sunday mornings

Sunday mornings in the summer are special. You can sit around the table on the patio, linger over a few cups of coffee and soak in sunshine before it starts getting too hot & harsh.

Of course, the morning light is always nice (when the sun is actually out!). My trusty X100F is never far away, and it was easy for me to get distracted from my reading by noticing how the light was hitting stuff the garden and around the house.

I was more interested in shapes and shadows today, so most everything was shot in Acros and is straight out of camera. Of course, there were a few images that just begged for colour, so they got some SOOC Velvia love.

Photo Essay #14: Looking up in Chicago

You can't visit Chicago without marvelling at the architecture. It's tall, it's diverse, it's modern, postmodern, art deco and everything in between.

I really developed a kink in my neck two weekends ago when I visited. It was worth it!

Photo Essay #13: Sunday morning in Chicago

A little over a week ago, I had the privilege to spend the weekend at the Out of Chicago conference (hazard a guess as to where it's held). Chicago is one heck of a city, and its buildings and people are as photogenic as they get.

On Sunday morning, I wound up getting up very early. My body clock decided that 6AM was time to get up and go. So when the sun is shining, and is still low in they sky, what else could I do? I went for a little photowalk before the day's proceedings got going.

Here we are on the State Street bridge over the Chicago River. On the left are the iconic Marina Centre towers. At the base of the eastern tower is Wollensky's Grill, where I found Rick hosing down the patio before another busy day was about to begin. We chatted for a few minutes and he was gracious enough to pose for a quick street portrait. This is a man who takes pride in what he does and you can see it in his eyes.

There is constant boat traffic on the river: pleasure craft, water taxis, ferries, tourist ships, and this: the yoga cruise. Walking along Wacker Drive I could hear a voice over a tannoy and turned my head to take a look. I had to double take since I'd never seen an entire upper deck of a boat engaged in yoga before.

The tall shiny buildings downtown make for some spectacular light and reflections at all times of the day. Half the time I wasn't sure whether my subject was the person/place/thing I pointed my camera at or the shadows!

Photo Essay #12: High Tension

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There are high tension power lines not terribly far from my home, that connect the Québec power grid to Ontario's. Most of the line runs through rural farmland, and the towers are built using the standard, relatively cheap and ugly steel framing that we're all familiar with.

When this power line passes through the built-up areas of the cookie-cutter suburban subdivisionland that is Orléans, these ugly steel towers are upgraded to these relatively good-looking, sleek, modern posts. They still stick out (that's their job) but at least they look half-decent doing so.

I took a few minutes to examine one of these monters up close when I was on a bike ride yesterday. "Solid" only begins to describe how they're built.