Toronto

west-college

 

Low Res Scan from my early twenty’s, West College Street.  I had just broken up with the girlfriend, new digs, new adventures.  That water tower in the background is the Hershey Plant were once a month they make chocolate.  First month it is heavenly, by month three you can’t stand the smell of Chocolate!  I was around twenty-five, and so full of myself.

North Country

boiler-room-ds

Still north of Toronto, she had never posed before for this kind of photography.  She had a natural way of moving and thinking.  Shortly after I ran head on with a pile of problems, most of my own making, we never got the chance to work together again.  Huge loss.

Green

green-size

I had an image that turned out really flat.  Being the creative type I started playing in PhotoShop, playing with the filters, sometime saving the change, and sometimes I tried something even wilder.  So I came up  with completely original art from my work.  I have a series of images that I’ll be sharing.

Many thanks for the compliments on my work.  Some days its really sweet to get good reviews of you work.  Thanks

North Country

cement

We worked in the same hospital, she a nurse, me a lowly floor-cleaner.  Always the friendly sort, we made friend’s, and she agreed to pose for me.  Took her far north of Toronto, to an abandoned cement plant.  Beautiful sunny day, but in the bunker like interior it was cool.  We shot several rolls of film, and both my cameras needed reloading.  As I grabbed my camera to reload, it was so cold I almost dropped it.  I looked at her body, and it was all goose-pimply,we went outside to enjoy the sun, and that was it for the day.  Shot about late 1970’s.

Young\Old

My Work LA No C

 

You know sometimes you meet an old soul trapped for now in a young body, and you must help them.  Came into my world with a portfolio of shots of her crotch, and an attitude.  Just 18 and living life in the fast lane, working at a strip club.  Over time I really wanted to help this girl to see there was another path that was better for her.  Now 30 with a husband and a sweet young girl of her own, life is made.  She says next time she is down she’ll get in front of my camera again.

At the Window

Ms James Window

 

My lovely friend Ms James again, I do owe her a debt as a friend, and as an artist in trouble. About 2 years after my stroke, I was wondering if I still had it in me to do my art anymore. She came down to work with me to give me the chance to have a live model working with me. I was rusty as hell, and the issues with my hand control was not what I wanted it to be. But, I was a gracious host plying her with wine in abundance, and food so she wouldn’t have any unfortunate meeting with law. Friend to friend she was there for me, and that meant the world to me. Thanks Ms James.