Invictus

 Inside Aubert Hall.

This was a quiet day I spent with a friend sitting in a cave by the ocean.

 We sat there under the cave, and the moments we lived; they felt so concrete. One of my most cherished days in my life actually, even if it didn't seem it.

 Another idea I had, it came out okay I think.

 I took this photo back in August in Montreal. When I took it I didn't think much, it was interesting and I was curious. Now I realize what it represents for me, it represents a sense of the unconquered. The transcendence of being, that maybe there's something more than this. I think often that we lose sight of what's real. We start looking at just the simple pleasures, and forget that there could be more. It's escapism, it's ideal, it's the "might have been".

 This is one of my friends, Megan. This is the very last photo my poor old Pentax K-1000 ever took.

And this is the first photo my new Pentax K-1000 took, I solarized it using the same method a Japanese photographer I'm familiar with used way back.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

 This is a portrait of Elitsa Papazova of Quebec and Bulgaria in Parc de la Fontaine Montreal. I really love how her eyes turned out. It actually does some justice.

 This is a portrait of Professor Emeritus Raymond Pelletier in Tenants Harbor, Maine.

 This is a portrait of Virginie Salilou of Brest, France, and Augusta, Maine. It did not develop properly.

 These are a set of experimental photographs I took.

 Busy, busy, busy.

Beneath the epitaph read "Can't buy me love because Nancy said so." Experimental photography abounds.

McGill Once! McGill Twice!

This is a picture from the 18th floor of the Sheraton in Montreal. The city has the spirit of Boston and New York, but it's a bit feistier.  

 A cornucopia of ideas all in one drawing!

 I had the deepest existential moment when I took this picture. I am a man. I love, and all those I love will die. I hate, and I know it does me no good. I feel so that I may live, but I too will die. The thought that every woman I ever kissed, ever loved will die really influenced this shots inclusion of the local martyr (Ignacie). To think that with arms outstretched I can hold someone, and they may hold me. That we may love, but it's all going to wither, it just plain hurts.

 I dream things that never were and ask why not?