Inspiration for portraits without faces.
Photos by Bunny Spice, ~swish~, bellydnce1103, Lucas Gabellini-Fava and Vince.Lupo
Colours of Summer
This is one of my favourite pictures of Ottawa. It’s a delicious, over-saturated, hectic mishmash of all the colours of summer.

I love Ottawa in the summer. The sunlight breathing intensity into vibrant hues- violets, reds, yellows, greens, blues. The winter blues fade away to distant memories in a corner of your mind, and you throw your arms out wide in welcome, letting the sun kiss your face.
Ah Sun! Life-infusing Sun!
Automaton
I recently read this quote by Aldous Huxley which inspired a stream of thought. The quote was:
“Industrial man - a sentient reciprocating engine having a fluctuating output, coupled to an iron wheel revovling with uniform velocity.”
Huxley lived from the early to mid twentieth century, when the glorious victory of machines in our daily lives was becoming a victory not so much in, as over our lives. In our day and age the truth of this statement is undeniable, but perhaps lost on our technologically numbed minds, as the sly victors lay about the very havens of our privacy, our homes, and pretend to be our aid rather than our masters.
In this mechanistic life we are but toy soldiers, sentient nut-cracker dolls, marching on with the other shells of humanity. Marching to the beat our feet create on the beaten track.
But I so crave to find that fork called the Road Less Travelled. To find my purpose. To carry on to the beat of my own drum, drowning out the melancholic hum of the sum of humanity. A rythm to shake things up, stir slumbering minds. An Orpheus tune to animate the encasing flesh with the lifeblood of all that I am inside.






