I recently made a trip back to the city that I call home. It was to say the least, bitter sweet. The trip included visits to many old friends. A few that I know I will never see again. That was the toughest part of the whole trip.
Then there was the unique opportunity to see my home town of Windsor as a tourists. To be honest with you it was the most photographs I have shot in a long, long time.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
www.promisekeepers.ca )It has been a walk and a path of direction is becoming apparent. It looks like it will be an amazing journey.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
These were and are family run businesses. The person at the register would know your name, your brother or sister`s name and what brand of smokes your father smoked. That of course was at a time when as a kid, you could stop in a grab a pack of your father`s favourite brand and the clerk knew that your word was good enough and pass them across the corner.
I even remember going to the Starlite in Windsor and buying a bag of chips for fifteen cents. How`s that for dating myself. Anyways, I am using this topic for the start of a new photo series. Keep in touch and see what I come up with.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
I used to be a member of the Moose Lodge here in Calgary. One of the highlights of being a member there was the day I met a wonderful lady who I now have the honour to not only call a friend, but a hero. Why do I call her a hero you ask. Well she works hard at telling the stories that needs to be told.
This photo is from a shoot for a project that she is currently working on. I have included a link to her web site. Check it out. I assure you that it is well worth the visit. http://www.phylliswheaton.com/
Then as my cousins and I got married and had kids, there would be a pair of knitted slippers beneath the tree for our wives and kids. All handmade by Grandma Burgess.
Well Grandma has been gone for a few years now. She's one of the many ghost's of my Christmases past, along with a long list of loved ones who made Christmas and Christmas mornings special. They live as fond memories that I will once again look back on this Christmas morning.
Now I have taken to going to winter craft shows in community centers or church basements looking, searching for slippers for the coming cold season. It was either this or hire some gray haired granny to make them for me. The fact that they are not wrapped to be found under the tree I will have to get over.
I will deal with that on Christmas morning. I will sit in my chair reflecting back on my Christmases past. I can still remember the tag signed, 'to David from Grandma with love.'