Garage Brewed Motorcycles

I don't often post my otherwise published event photograph on this blog unless something ends up in an end of the year "best of" entry, but now and again i shoot an event that doesn't get the kind of treatment in the publication that i would like to see  presented. Such is the case with the Garage Brewed Motorcycle Show, an annual event at one of my favorite local breweries, Rhinegeist. I've done similar "director's cuts" with my coverage of the classic car show Concours d'Elegance, mostly because the publications i was shooting these events for are (understandably) far more interested in photos of the attendees than the objects, but for my own proclivities i just can't help myself from focussing of the beauty of the machines.
Frankly, i must admit that i don't ride myself nor do i have any real desire to do so at any time in the future, but i have always loved the machines themselves along with the culture and folklore attached. Symbols of freedom, raw power, sexuality and rugged individualism abound. Storied legends of infamous biker gangs living hard and fast on the outside of the law feed a certain romanticism on biker culture and our love of the "bad boy". But as the saying goes, we're not a gang, we're a club!

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More November Nature

As i continue to work through images from my late November visit to Nova Scotia one thing keeps presenting itself again and again...the amount of life still to be found in the surrounding countryside through this supposed dying season. Beyond the expected evergreen of fir, spruce and pine, green living things still peek out from behind frost covered leaves, beautiful in their deathly hues of golden browns and reds. Here and there flowers are still in bloom, defying the cold and frost. And where life is not quite so obvious it can be found going underground, into a state of hibernation, preparing for the long, dark winter ahead only to sprout and bloom again come spring. The cycles of life are eternal. Death is only the illusion which feeds rebirth. 

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For the Ardor of Arborists (of Birch and Bark and Breaking Boughs)

Well yes, i suppose i am showing my love for alliterations here, but they do make for entertaining titles. 

Today i devote my blog to the unassuming tree. Though symbolically venerated over the centuries in just about every culture around the world it still seems to me that they are very often taken for granted in our modern world or perhaps, worse yet, simply commodified as a mere resource for construction or destruction (fuel). And yet, the tree is so often found at the very center of art and mystical studies as the ultimate symbol for life, the universe and, well...everything. 

I began putting this blog together with some recent images of birch, a tree i have always loved for it's striking, stark beauty (standing out whitely against a blackish forest), its wonderful variety of texture and pattern as well as its over all general usefulness. I've padded the gallery out, though, with a few other varieties that grow in the Nova Scotian soil, the identities of which i am unsure, not being an arborist myself. But one needn't be an arborist to feel a deep emotional connection and respect for our dear ligneous friends. Their importance to our survival as a species is so often under-appreciated and understated as to present a clear and immediate danger to our very existence. Whole societies have failed or suffered severely for not protecting the sustainability of their forests. Think Easter Island or Haiti. 

So am i a treehugger? Perhaps. In this instance though perhaps i am simply an admirer of natural beauty. But i also understand that we all breathe just a little bit easier for their existence.   

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For the Love of a Frosty Morning...

Temperatures were fairly balmy for my November in Nova Scotia and it wasn't until the end of our trip that they started to drop consistently below the freezing mark. There are very few things that can get me gleefully out the door at the cold crack of dawn like the sun glistening seductively off a good morning hoar frost. It's as if the already beautiful flora has been lovingly adorned with tiny icy jewels and each successive rimy capture makes me feel like a slightly richer man.

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