The Kitty and the Canary

‎”Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before

– Mae West

The critic, who ridicules, is terrified of ridicule.

Dr. Jane Bolton

Awesome Flickr gallery on faceless self portraits. Inspiration for a personal photography project I’ll be undertaking sometime in the near future. Post with deets coming soon. (P.S. How cute is that bunny?! P.P.S. Loving that gingham skirt. Yes, I’m all about the random details.)
When I hear music...

Inspiration for portraits without faces.

Photos by Bunny Spice, ~swish~, bellydnce1103, Lucas Gabellini-Fava and Vince.Lupo



2011 came to a rather colorful end for me. Quite literally colorful. I’ve never known about downtown Niagara’s love affair with neons. But then again it wouldn’t quite be New Year’s Eve without blindingly bright colors reflecting off heavily sequined dresses and garish ties, now would it? Taking a cue from Niagara, I hope the rest of 2012 comes to pass in snapshots of memorable moments as well!
Niagara, NYE 2011, a set on Flickr.


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!


Peace Tower, Parliament Hill on Flickr.



Chrono-gothic on Flickr.


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.


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