There are no claims made here of being truly original, tweaked innovation from years of imitation; constantly evolving because the competition is too.
Although I used to run a fairly decent online magazine, I have never taken time to write on Tumblr. I noticed when I started this blog, I wanted to only post my photography, because I really didn’t want to just become one of those mindless reblogging blogs. I wanted to offer something new. Yet, oddly enough, there were just certain posts that I couldn’t help but share, and propagate around the web for others to hopefully appreciate. As a result, I’ve been a bit of a hypocrite and I haven’t put up much of my work lately, it’s just been re-blogging unfortunately — except for my short film (see few posts below). This picture that I took which you see above, captures for me, what a lot of photography should be — capturing a moment that occurs only once. I think the digital movement in photography has a lot of pros, but one con is the loss of spontaneity of photography. Everyone is so concerned about having that cute new profile picture that they retake and retake and retake and they can’t find beauty in what they have. This photo that I took, as I’m sure many will agree is no where nearly my best in terms of technique, but it encapsulates the day where everyone from the white house to the outhouses of the world read about Bin Laden’s death.The greatest photos in history remain eternal because they captured a moment, not because they were necessarily the best in terms of technique. Even lately, I’ve put down the prime lenses for a bit, and just shoot around with a few disposable cameras. The results are not only a surprise, but they are appreciated because they capture a real moment, they capture a greater feeling. Now I’m not saying ditch digital because my Nikon is my baby, but I’m saying that we should remember one of the essential points and joys of photography — to capture a moment.

Although I used to run a fairly decent online magazine, I have never taken time to write on Tumblr. I noticed when I started this blog, I wanted to only post my photography, because I really didn’t want to just become one of those mindless reblogging blogs. I wanted to offer something new. Yet, oddly enough, there were just certain posts that I couldn’t help but share, and propagate around the web for others to hopefully appreciate. As a result, I’ve been a bit of a hypocrite and I haven’t put up much of my work lately, it’s just been re-blogging unfortunately — except for my short film (see few posts below). This picture that I took which you see above, captures for me, what a lot of photography should be — capturing a moment that occurs only once. I think the digital movement in photography has a lot of pros, but one con is the loss of spontaneity of photography. Everyone is so concerned about having that cute new profile picture that they retake and retake and retake and they can’t find beauty in what they have. This photo that I took, as I’m sure many will agree is no where nearly my best in terms of technique, but it encapsulates the day where everyone from the white house to the outhouses of the world read about Bin Laden’s death.The greatest photos in history remain eternal because they captured a moment, not because they were necessarily the best in terms of technique. Even lately, I’ve put down the prime lenses for a bit, and just shoot around with a few disposable cameras. The results are not only a surprise, but they are appreciated because they capture a real moment, they capture a greater feeling. Now I’m not saying ditch digital because my Nikon is my baby, but I’m saying that we should remember one of the essential points and joys of photography — to capture a moment.

Quickthought: If you had friends that only came to you when they had problems, would you still want to be friends with them? Now imagine how God must feel.

Quickthought: If you had friends that only came to you when they had problems, would you still want to be friends with them? Now imagine how God must feel.

It’s photos like this that make me want to use film cameras. The moment is genuine, there is no, “let me see”s nor “eww, I look gross”s, it is what it is.

It’s photos like this that make me want to use film cameras. The moment is genuine, there is no, “let me see”s nor “eww, I look gross”s, it is what it is.

Sometimes, a hoodie is the tightest.

Sometimes, a hoodie is the tightest.

No one man should have all this power.

No one man should have all this power.

Once these doors open, whatever is on that side is going to be blown away.

Hello, how are you, won’t you tell me your name?

Walking in pitch-black darkness, until the lights did show where we really were.

Walking in pitch-black darkness, until the lights did show where we really were.

These are the moments you probably never remember that they happened when you’re yelling at your parents for that thing they refused to buy you. The moments you forgot about when you’re just asking them to drive away quickly because your friends are coming. The moments you don’t remember until its sometimes too late.

These are the moments you probably never remember that they happened when you’re yelling at your parents for that thing they refused to buy you. The moments you forgot about when you’re just asking them to drive away quickly because your friends are coming. The moments you don’t remember until its sometimes too late.

Remember how everyone was on the bandwagon last year? And I mean everyone. Let’s go all the way this year boys, and if it crashes, we’ll turn it right-side up again and keep going. Let’s go Canucks, let’s go Vancouver.

Remember how everyone was on the bandwagon last year? And I mean everyone. Let’s go all the way this year boys, and if it crashes, we’ll turn it right-side up again and keep going. Let’s go Canucks, let’s go Vancouver.

You look me in the eye, and tell me that reading The Economist on your balcony during the summer isn’t to some degree grade A class; well, if nothing, it’s at the very least informative.

You look me in the eye, and tell me that reading The Economist on your balcony during the summer isn’t to some degree grade A class; well, if nothing, it’s at the very least informative.

And then there are those weekends where clubbing has no appeal, the parties can come later, and you want to do nothing more than just find a few good friends and play some gamecube.

No one I’d rather see more when I’m feeling happy, nor when I’m down.

No one I’d rather see more when I’m feeling happy, nor when I’m down.

and another shout out to Vancity; gastown.

and another shout out to Vancity; gastown.

and for those nights in gastown

and for those nights in gastown