tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36887963546930021942024-03-13T14:25:18.134-07:00Digital PerspectivesA look at life through many lensesKathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-66792140121028793422010-12-06T13:30:00.000-08:002010-12-06T16:10:56.090-08:00Sinking Venice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/TP1ZF1zlNnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/yDoz3yjzD8A/s1600/venice.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/TP1ZF1zlNnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/yDoz3yjzD8A/s400/venice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547688272867964530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Sweet Light in Venice<br />We were on our way to dinner and I caught a glimpse of these shadows and reflections while strolling across one of the hundreds of bridges that crisscross the canals of Venice. I wish I had taken just a little longer at this spot to zoom in and focus on something more specific but the my friends were famishly forging onward and I didn't want to get lost. This canal is in the university district of Venice where there are few tourists, no tacky masquerade masks, just friendly locals walking their dogs and sipping cappuccinos.<br /><br />I'm experimenting with different simple ways of recording audio so the description below is really just test of the podbean functions.</span><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" id="mp3playerlightsmallv3" align="middle" height="25" width="210"><br /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerlightsmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://edci336.podbean.com/mf/play/895wn/venicesinking.mp3&autoStart=no"><br /><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerlightsmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://edci336.podbean.com/mf/play/895wn/venicesinking.mp3&autoStart=no" quality="high" name="mp3playerlightsmallv3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="25" width="210"></embed><br /></object><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: rgb(45, 162, 116); text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium none;" href="http://www.podbean.com/">Powered by Podbean.com</a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><object type='application/x-shockwave-flash' data='http://www.aviary.com/flash/aviary/audio/embed/player.swf' height='24' width='290'> <param name='movie' value='http://www.aviary.com/flash/aviary/audio/embed/player.swf'> <param name='FlashVars' value='soundFile=http://www.aviary.com/getfile?fguid=973e35c8-0194-11e0-8851-1231390ec091%26getegg=0%26getmp3=1'> <param name='quality' value='high'> <param name='menu' value='false'> <param name='wmode' value='transparent'> </object></div><div><a href='http://www.aviary.com/artists/krriel/creations/venice_is_sinking_2'>Venice Is Sinking 2.egg</a> on <a href='http://www.aviary.com'>Aviary.</a></div>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-75491030141293476062010-09-29T10:33:00.000-07:002010-09-29T10:35:58.183-07:00ParisThis is where I was a year ago!<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><object width="400" height="300"><param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F52221427%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157622522005025%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F52221427%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157622522005025%2F&set_id=72157622522005025&jump_to="> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F52221427%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157622522005025%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F52221427%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157622522005025%2F&set_id=72157622522005025&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object></div>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-70972919634167946232010-09-17T14:25:00.000-07:002010-09-22T12:20:49.456-07:00Who Needs The Corner Office?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/TJPeDSGTe0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/VVHzpwBMeb0/s1600/office+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/TJPeDSGTe0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/VVHzpwBMeb0/s400/office+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517998116438244162" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This is one of the last pictures I took in Venice and explains one of the many reasons why I dropped this blog for awhile. I fulfilled a lifelong dream to visit Italy. Not only did I explore the galleries and churches of this elegant country but I sauntered through endless forgotten streets and crevices of everyday life.</span><br /></span><br /></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-35138252822785268052010-04-12T15:29:00.001-07:002010-09-17T14:56:37.250-07:00Discoveries...Confessions...Reflections<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/S8Ohz25IRvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wp_di3xjjt0/s1600/sandtreasures.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/S8Ohz25IRvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wp_di3xjjt0/s400/sandtreasures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459385085583705842" border="0" /></a><br />Funny enough, I have spent more time in front of my computer in the last couple of months than I have in my whole life so when the 'work' is done for the day I haven't been too motivated to post to my blog or website or twitter. Consequently, I dropped off the cliff of social cyberspace. I'm even writing more than I ever have too but I prefer picking up a pen to reflect, compose and carve some understandings and perceptions.<br /><br />It's been of season of spectacular discomfort...<br /><br />I took the photo above a couple of weeks ago while meandering through Cowichan Bay. It's one my favourite spots to spend a morning.Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-62818383727384291932010-01-16T08:21:00.000-08:002010-09-17T14:57:09.616-07:00Light Extravaganza<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/S1Hn4n-jhgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/vVlBXt5WyBs/s1600-h/rainbowentry.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/S1Hn4n-jhgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/vVlBXt5WyBs/s400/rainbowentry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427373985948206594" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span class="sqq"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="sqq" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >The true harvest of my life is intangible</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span class="sqq" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >A little star dust caught</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span class="sqq" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >A portion of the rainbow I have clutched</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Henry David Thoreau</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" class="sqq" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >u</span></span></span><br /></div><span class="sqq" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >On day I woke up to this amazing performance. It was a sensational rainbow. I hadn't seen one like this for many years. It completely enveloped the sky. </span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-63241594064865985392009-12-23T10:20:00.001-08:002009-12-23T10:37:04.525-08:00Peace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SzJfk-4_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/_TM9E5bCwUk/s1600-h/peace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SzJfk-4_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/_TM9E5bCwUk/s400/peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418498390642091890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">We hear the beating of wings over Bethlehem and a light that is not of the sun or of the stars shines in the midnight sky. Let the beauty of the story take away all narrowness, all thought of formal creeds. </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:85%;" >Maud van Buren, 1938</span><br /></div></div><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br /></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-65769132636269592892009-12-07T12:11:00.001-08:002009-12-07T12:18:22.322-08:00Frozen Flow<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Sx1htdXbBtI/AAAAAAAAAes/ay09MRcoW5M/s1600-h/frozendec7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Sx1htdXbBtI/AAAAAAAAAes/ay09MRcoW5M/s400/frozendec7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412589760774080210" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">All photographs testify to time's relentless melt. </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Susan Sontag</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br />I took this photo this morning just outside my front door. The howling bitter winds have created icy scapes. </span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-52762846639231344912009-12-04T12:00:00.000-08:002009-12-04T12:45:49.116-08:00Artists Who Should Not Release Christmas Albums<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Sxlw6ZFuC6I/AAAAAAAAAek/VG9xZ_9fMZU/s1600-h/six-million-dollar-man-christmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Sxlw6ZFuC6I/AAAAAAAAAek/VG9xZ_9fMZU/s400/six-million-dollar-man-christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411480575731960738" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >http://www.funnyalbumcovers.com</span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Here is my list of suspects who should steer clear of Christmas tunes:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Leonard Cohen</span><br />With the exception of "Blue Christmas" I suspect sales would plummet to depths unknown if Leonard was suddenly overhead trying to convince shoppers to have a "Holly Jolly Christmas".<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Alanis Morissette</span><br />I cannot imagine Alanis singing "Silver Bells" although I would like to hear her rendition of "Jagged Little Star".<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">John Coltrane</span><br />Who knows maybe "A Love Supreme" is a Christmas album and no one has figured this out.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cher</span><br />Now Sonny and Cher could have safely released a Christmas Album but definitely not Cher as a solo artist. I also do not want to imagine the frightening alterations Cher would make to an elf costume.<br /><br />There's a start. Am I missing anyone?<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-30112975748016539182009-12-01T17:02:00.000-08:002010-10-27T09:26:48.412-07:00Just Another Glorious West Coast Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SxW9J3DAv4I/AAAAAAAAAec/e21ncRwEV4k/s1600/december1sunset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SxW9J3DAv4I/AAAAAAAAAec/e21ncRwEV4k/s400/december1sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410438504448573314" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="sqq" >“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >Crowfoot Quote- Great Siksika Leader<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> December dawned into a spectacular day. I took this photo while walking my dog around the neighborhood just over an hour ago. The sun provided the encore to a tranquil landscape of simple stillness. I celebrate the season of Advent over the next few weeks- the season of waiting...it seems like nature too is in a season of waiting. Unlike the human experience the season of waiting in nature seems to be elegantly restorative. </span><br /></div></div>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-53892601620617271062009-11-06T09:48:00.000-08:002009-11-06T10:13:20.015-08:00Feeling Small In My XXL Jacket<object height="300" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7473864&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7473864&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/7473864">Great Wall at Simatai</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1176946">Kathreen</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br />Three years ago today I was sitting on the crumbling ledge of The Great Wall. While sitting there gazing over the mountains I first realized just how small I am and how vast this world is. This was an ironic understanding because just the day before I purchased a men's XXL jacket for myself in a Beijing market. I created quite a spectacle because the shop clerks apparently had never seen a woman such as I trying on men's clothing and quickly retrieved their cellphones to take a picture of me in this men's XXL jacket! Augh! I still have the jacket even though the zipper broke a few days after I bought it.<br /><br />The day I climbed The Great Wall was one of the best days in my life. Whenever my world begins to crowd in and stifle my perspective I remember the afternoon I sat on this ridge and gratefully take a breath. </span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-29715510202612943902009-11-03T09:21:00.000-08:002009-11-03T09:33:26.520-08:00Best Place To Wander<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SvBm58MPrFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NWoJ8XMFPLE/s1600-h/forbiddenfavourite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SvBm58MPrFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NWoJ8XMFPLE/s400/forbiddenfavourite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399929098813287506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >On this day three years ago I spent six hours wandering through The Forbidden City in Beijing, China. Ten years earlier I saw a National Geographic article on this alluring place and I dreamed of one day visiting this amazing setting. It is said that if you slept one night in each room of the Forbidden City it would take twenty-seven years to sleep in every room. This is one of the last rooms I found near the end of the day. I was all by myself as I watched the wind pick up the leaves and throw them across the courtyard. One of the few places in China where time has stood still. </span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-52161205497745216442009-11-02T17:30:00.001-08:002009-11-02T21:35:38.613-08:00Quirky Favourite Places<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Su-H6xcy10I/AAAAAAAAAc8/iJF6fslIzSc/s1600-h/victoriastation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Su-H6xcy10I/AAAAAAAAAc8/iJF6fslIzSc/s400/victoriastation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399683922016786242" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This is one of my favourite quirky spots in London, England. The top floor of Victoria Station- sitting at a Wetherspoon's drinking a cider- watching the intersection of the world dash by. One of my dearest memories I recall was one afternoon we were lazily gazing at the stream of humanity pouring by when a special BBC announcement appeared on a big screen above the escalators. The announcement read, "Briton, Norman Kember and Two Fellow Canadian Hostages Freed in Iraq -</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >James Loney and Harmeet Singh Sooden". When we saw these names appear on the screen we jumped up and shouted a spontaneous cheer, embraced one another and wept. Somehow it felt that much more poignant that we heard this news outside our country.Maybe because we feel just a little more vulnerable than we care to admit when we travel abroad. Maybe because so many predicted the slim odds of finding these men alive. An unexpected joy in an unexpected place. </span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-33421719047481470182009-10-24T12:45:00.001-07:002009-10-24T12:54:03.636-07:004 Minute Escape To Paris<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Here's a glimpse of my trip.</span></span><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7235002&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7235002&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/7235002">Paris</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1176946">Kathreen</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-64494909969986232642009-10-22T17:28:00.001-07:002009-10-22T17:30:45.144-07:00Red Rush<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SuD40ygjl4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/c5SFVc_FcF0/s1600-h/closeup1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SuD40ygjl4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/c5SFVc_FcF0/s400/closeup1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395585939385063298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">This is a photo of my neighbor's red maple. The colours are stunning at this time of year. </span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-11296704011646061262009-10-21T08:11:00.000-07:002009-10-21T12:36:07.252-07:00A Giggle From Paris<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="sqq"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast."</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Ernest Hemingway</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">This was the sight I took in last week while sipping cafe creme at Paul Bakery on Rue St. Michel in Paris. How did this happen? My girlfriend called me fourteen days ago and casually asked, "Do you want to go to Paris?" Faster than one can inhale a pain aux raisin I booked a flight and found a flat in Montmartre. We walked, ate, drank, shot and simply lived a spectacular week. Here's a glimpse.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8ltW1j7NI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ftlb-qOb9cc/s1600-h/avendre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8ltW1j7NI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ftlb-qOb9cc/s400/avendre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395072339767717074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Not all bikes are in such a sorry state. The</span> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%A9lib%27">Velib</a> <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">system allows you to rent a bike for 1 Euro a day and cycle all through Paris provided you return the rental within 30 minutes to a Velib station. What a remarkable way to see Paris! Nothing compares to cycling the immense courtyard of the Louvre and exploring its empty corners abandoned by weary pedestrians. </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8rMxOC8yI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yx0NorTr95s/s1600-h/louvrecourtyard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8rMxOC8yI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yx0NorTr95s/s400/louvrecourtyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395078376983819042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8uG8xOT0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/VNcmIhRMWCU/s1600-h/abandonedcorner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8uG8xOT0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/VNcmIhRMWCU/s400/abandonedcorner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395081575539822402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">then joining the deranged traffic around the Concord roundabout (sans bike helmet augh!)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8sCi4zxFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zE88R84fIcM/s1600-h/concordroundabout.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8sCi4zxFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zE88R84fIcM/s400/concordroundabout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395079300849583186" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> and cycling through the changing colours of the Champs D'lysses.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8tQQ9uyHI/AAAAAAAAAck/2DZOSPrxkjw/s1600-h/champs2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/St8tQQ9uyHI/AAAAAAAAAck/2DZOSPrxkjw/s400/champs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395080636068186226" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br />Three months ago I was incessantly watching Jason Mraz videos particularly his <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKZQXnmbCxk">Live High</a> video from Paris. I never expected to be walking /cycling those same streets before the year was finished. This shows me once again that I need to set my sights higher. Dream with more boldness. </span><br /><h3 class="r"><a href="http://www.globaltravelpack.com/blog/?tag=champs-dlysses" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','','0CAsQFjAA')"><em><br /></em></a></h3>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-56738462142670390362009-10-06T10:18:00.000-07:002009-10-06T12:13:02.138-07:00Bringing Stone To Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Sst79NFzjuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yRxBgKWgqn8/s1600-h/metthree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Sst79NFzjuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yRxBgKWgqn8/s400/metthree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389537670495178466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">I took this photo while touring the New York <a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/">Metropolitan Museum of Art</a> last Spring and recently had it printed on a 24x36 canvas as a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gicl%C3%A9e">giclée print. </a>If I had to choose one of the highlights of this extraordinary museum it would be this room in which the entire exhibit has been reconstructed as an Italian Villa. The suspended fervency of this couple's embrace seemed so real I couldn't move from their gaze for a long time.<br />I picked up the giclee print on Friday and when it was unwrapped for me to examine I had a difficult time restraining my tears. The canvas took me back to that room, that moment, and the sense of overwhelming reverence that someone could create life from stone. </span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-30428305811772795812009-09-30T18:33:00.000-07:002010-10-27T09:28:05.623-07:00Confessions of A Reluctant Blogger<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SsQJv6StJTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dXG2UYzx_58/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SsQJv6StJTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dXG2UYzx_58/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387441772948170034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/go2/240229080/">From Gotomobile's Photostream</a></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >It's been a year since I've been blogging and I've made a few discoveries.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >1. I love reading other blogs and sometimes making a comment or two rather than posting to my own blog. This also reflects my conversation style. I am more comfortable listening rather than sharing my experience depending on the person or the group. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">2. I sometimes feel a discomfort with posti</span>ng comments on other blogs because I wonder if the intent will somehow be misinterpreted.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >3. The blogs that are engaging belong to authors who take risks with communicating their perceptions. Those who toss about notions that challenge social conventions normally not challenged in public discourse are intriguing not so much for what they present but the reactions that they invite.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >4. Blogging appears to be an effective reflective tool but this arena is too public for me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">5.The relationships developed online don't seem comfortable to me. I think this because without the visual verification I really don't know who I'm interacting with. It feels more like a role play. But then isn't every interaction a type of role play?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">So what advice do you have for this reluctant blogger who has more insecurities than she cares to admit about this process and this venue?</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-51811175428350636232009-09-23T14:20:00.000-07:002009-10-21T12:44:06.121-07:00New Toy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrqSfE1LZqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/syOw967ICC4/s1600-h/newtoy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrqSfE1LZqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/syOw967ICC4/s400/newtoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384777367045236386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="">Ta daa! A new hot pink racquet! I spent a much longer period of time searching for and trying out different tennis racquets than I did purchasing my last vehicle and or my home. Oddly enough I'm even more excited about this purchase than a car or a house. What is that? I guess I consider a car just another utilitarian object. I've had my share of 'clunkers' so I am grateful to own a reliable vehicle but I don't have a lot of personal investment in my car. Sometimes I feel more owned by my house and all the responsibility and provisions it requires rather than owning and thriving in this space.<br /><br />The racquet represents freedom. The chance to discover something about an experience that presents a new reference point each time I hit (or mishit) the ball. It also illustrates the chance to recognize the athlete in me which has never really been a part of my projected identity. The racquet also represents a very rewarding way to get to know people. I find it very interesting how rapport is developed across the net with one's opponent. Over the course of several weeks our personal narrative is revealed in brief remarks or unexpected reactions. I won't be reenacting the Castaway plot and formally name my racquet just yet. I just look forward to the joy of understanding more about the game and about others. </span></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-53677388249663055252009-09-22T12:31:00.000-07:002009-09-22T12:43:09.550-07:00Nod To Fall<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrkmVY5tiDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Y6aENEc1N5o/s1600-h/fall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrkmVY5tiDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Y6aENEc1N5o/s400/fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384376978401757234" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > and autumn a mosaic of them all."</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-size:85%;">- Stanley Horowitz</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >The struggle for survival is waging war in my garden. Acorns are plummeting to the ground like a malfunctioning popcorn machine and the remaining buds are straining to bloom against the withering vines. I already miss summer and the scent of its heat. </span><br /></div></div>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-91037999461570699852009-09-16T17:44:00.001-07:002009-09-16T17:58:04.514-07:00My Apologies To All Arachnopobes<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >“The means to gain happiness is to throw out from oneself like a spider in all directions an adhesive web of love, and to catch in it all that comes”</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">.</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" >Tolstoy</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >There are</span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" > so many spiders in my backyard.If you crouch down low enough you can see a maze of webs so intricate and yet so precariously anchored. This is best seen in the last photo - the largest web I spotted was secured by single gauzy thread latched to a fading lavender pod.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrGHMH4yvXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XE1_3Oj26t4/s1600-h/spider1copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrGHMH4yvXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XE1_3Oj26t4/s400/spider1copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382231672029887858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrGHXdIJ3RI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Vev7PnRJsiM/s1600-h/spider2copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrGHXdIJ3RI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Vev7PnRJsiM/s400/spider2copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382231866710023442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrGHgLUM7RI/AAAAAAAAAbU/C6zTSO6iyiA/s1600-h/spider3copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrGHgLUM7RI/AAAAAAAAAbU/C6zTSO6iyiA/s400/spider3copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382232016547540242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrGHp9M0BwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/SXYAOZt62pg/s1600-h/anchorcopy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SrGHp9M0BwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/SXYAOZt62pg/s400/anchorcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382232184557143810" border="0" /></a>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-59843742019515416562009-09-14T21:58:00.000-07:002009-09-14T22:07:07.519-07:00Steak Pit Closing In On The Westcoast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Sq8guCX7adI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5ok6jbe0cZE/s1600-h/DSCN1020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Sq8guCX7adI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5ok6jbe0cZE/s400/DSCN1020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556055014336978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">I emailed my friend a couple of photos from my <a href="http://digitalperspectives.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-steak-pit.html">Summer Esterhazy Adventure</a>. My email included an inspiring embellished story of my encounter with the scary Steak Pit. She replied with this pic taken just outside of Kananaskis. What is with this misguided advertising campaign? Will I wake up some day soon to discover that the Steak Pit has replaced the venerable overpriced Keg Restaurant?</span></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-86024761381628073562009-08-31T11:03:00.000-07:002009-08-31T11:13:03.502-07:00Dead Camera<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SpwQjvKULHI/AAAAAAAAAaM/z3cL2rwMlYw/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SpwQjvKULHI/AAAAAAAAAaM/z3cL2rwMlYw/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376190261314727026" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/island_life/567325021/">flickr</a> photo<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Augh! I dropped my canon powershot in the ocean on Friday. It doesn't look as bad as the above photo but I'm wondering if there is any hope in getting it to work again. My friends suggested I bury the camera in rice to dry it out which I did but after a couple of days it still doesn't turn on. Any suggestions?</span></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-72459538901848356822009-08-28T08:36:00.001-07:002009-08-28T08:43:45.583-07:00A Single Thought, A Single Path<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Spf5strDhrI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ClnLR8zFHrI/s1600-h/Vienna4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/Spf5strDhrI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ClnLR8zFHrI/s400/Vienna4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375039226859718322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >I took this shot on a hidden path among the vineyards just outside Vienna. </span><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >"A single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives".</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Henry David Thoreau</span></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-49475626665437751292009-08-26T09:34:00.000-07:002009-08-26T10:38:16.364-07:00The Right to Bear Cameras<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SpVtkN5EDeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-nN2V6c3V1U/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SpVtkN5EDeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-nN2V6c3V1U/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374322199308275170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">From <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/iamnotaterrorist/">Not A Crime</a> Flickr Pool</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I spent a little time looking for more information about people's experiences with the police while trying to shoot photos in public places. There seem to be many more incidents in The United States and United Kingdom. There is a lot of useful information that explains the laws and your rights as a photographer. People have published this information in convenient formats so that you can easily tuck it into your camera bag. In the UK the </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://photographernotaterrorist.org/bust-card/">bust card </a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">has been widely distributed to help photographers and in The States Bert Krages has published the </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.krages.com/phoright.htm">Photographer's Right</a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. In Canada the most useful resource I found was a </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://ambientlight.ca/laws.php">collection of laws</a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> by Ambient Light. One of the more controversial policies I discovered was </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.boingboing.net/2007/10/04/photographing-totem.html">Duncan's decision</a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> to impose a royalty fee for photographers taking pictures of totem poles in the city. This policy contravenes the copyright act that states: </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://laws.justice.gc.ca/en/C-42/text.html#Section-32" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)">Copyright Act</a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">, 32.2. (1): It is not an infringement of copyright</span> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">(b) for any person to reproduce, in a painting, drawing, engraving, photograph or cinematographic work</span> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">(i) an architectural work, provided the copy is not in the nature of an architectural drawing or plan, or</span> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">(ii) a sculpture or work of artistic craftsmanship or a cast or model of a sculpture or work of artistic craftsmanship, that is permanently situated in a public place or building.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">People's perceptions of public, private and 'high security' spaces reflect a broad spectrum of understanding. Personally, I am very conscious of determining what is acceptable in any space before taking out my camera. Given Canada's poor reputation for supporting its citizens when they are travelling overseas I am especially cognisant of my behaviour and interactions when I am in foreign countries. For me this means my camera stays in the bag even when I think I have the chance to take an amazing shot. I always ask permission to take photos although I wouldn't think of it in a field of tulips (see V's comment in last post). When I was in Bangkok there was an incident in which police swarmed a metro station platform where I was standing. It was quite an amazing sight. The police surrrounded a man standing close to me. I instinctively stepped into the next train that stopped even though it wasn't the train I was waiting for because I just knew I didn't want to get swept up in the furor that quickly ignited around me. I guess I could have quickly snapped a shot but is my personal safety and freedom to explore a place I may never see again worth a picture?<br /><br />I am also not convinced that it is my exclusive right to take photos in public spaces. My understanding of the word, 'public' includes my responsibility to respect other people's perceptions of acceptable interactions which may exclude the use of a camera or any other recording device. I'm still thinking through this issue. What do you think about photography, filming or any other recording in public spaces? Is it an inherent part of our freedom of expression?<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688796354693002194.post-14734769877591229322009-08-25T09:03:00.000-07:002009-08-25T09:59:27.883-07:00I'm a photographer not a terrorist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SpQYZYOsViI/AAAAAAAAAZE/b7Qw0-iSSn4/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdGbpS0bD44/SpQYZYOsViI/AAAAAAAAAZE/b7Qw0-iSSn4/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947079639717410" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">In the February 2009 Section 76 of the New Anti Terrorism Act became law in The United Kingdom. This permits the arrest of anyone who may be found to be "eliciting, publishing or communicating information" relating to members of the armed forces, intelligence services and police officers, which is "likely to be useful to a person committing or preparing an act of terrorism".</span><a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7888301.stm">(BBC News)</a><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">In the UK there have been widespread reports of people being harassed and/or searched for taking pictures in public places and in areas deemed to be 'high security' including bus stations and government offices.</span><a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://www.bjp-online.com/public/showPage.html?page=867414"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">The British Journal of Photography </span></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">has started a flickr campaign entitled, "Not A Crime" to increase awareness of these restrictions on shooting photos in public. Photographers are invited to shoot and post self portraits holding a sign with the words, "Not a crime" or "I'm not a terrorist" Some very creative conceptions are illustrated in this social media protest. I've never been hassled for taking photos in any place I have travelled. Have you been stopped, questioned, or searched for taking photos in public? </span><br /><br /></span></span><object width="400" height="300"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fgroups%2Fiamnotaterrorist%2Fpool%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fgroups%2Fiamnotaterrorist%2Fpool%2F&group_id=764393@N24&jump_to=&start_index="></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fgroups%2Fiamnotaterrorist%2Fpool%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fgroups%2Fiamnotaterrorist%2Fpool%2F&group_id=764393@N24&jump_to=&start_index=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Kathreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809365782131436268noreply@blogger.com3