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A new apartment with a room full of happy orchids has me obsessing over flowers, of all things. The new camera and Sony G-Master 90mm lens is part of this descent into madness, I know. And then there are the tulips that my wife obsesses over, filling the house twice weekly with their silky touch and ever-changing shapes. Outside, just across the street in St. James Park, hundreds of tulips are about to spread their lips.

Ready to bloom

I’ve been trying to meditate, to better enjoy this semi-retirement. (Retirement? Never!)

I’m most successful in short stints, with my eyes closed. Meditating with my eyes open has been suggested to me but that’s what I do all the time anyway. And you can guess how that ends up … me contorting myself into whatever shape best works to capture those masters of shape and meditation: flowers.

All photography ©David Goorevitch, Awe&thensome Photography 2017

On Portraiture (by Steve McCurry)

The brilliant Steve McCurry’s most recent post may be his best yet.

Focusing on the chance opportunities that have presented themselves over the years, his “portraiture by chance” is as deep (though perhaps not as broad) as any portrait artist I know.

A Constant Music

John Cage’s saying “Music is Constant; listening is intermittent”, was on my mind today after a brief flirtation with meditation. I’d had acupuncture followed by an embarrassingly long sleep and woke up perfectly at peace.

Elephant calm

I lay in bed exploring the aftermath; a slow-blooming calm expanding in body and mind, a flowering of essence. I came downstairs to find my wife meditating in the living room with the doors closed. She’d been at me to get back to a meditation practice long abandoned. This seemed the perfect moment so I walked out to the deck.


Among the ideas I’d brought with me was that my life is blessed. Our acupuncturist comes to us, so my blissful itinerary went: therapy table / bed / garden. Between the bed and the garden, sitting cross-legged behind glass was my beautiful wife, post treatment herself.

Another thought I brought out with me was that I’d try meditating with my eyes open; “try” because most meditation is an attempt, often interrupted by monkey brain thoughts, ending in total failure. I managed to meditate on a hanging basket until the chroma of a red geranium got me wondering/wandering. I whisked that away. And then I wondered if meditating is just exploring without judgement, something I’ve written about before. Whisked that away. Closed my eyes.


A rush of wind reminded me that it had grown cold. I got a jacket, reset. A mechanical noise from the north worried me when I’d come out the first time and it was still there, but again it disappeared under the sound of the wind as soon as I’d closed my eyes. I descended into the plume of nothingness that connects us until the sound of an airplane approached from the southeast. Astonishingly loud. Whisk, whisk. And then another one. And another, each one finally giving way to the rustle of that brisk wind that first welcomed me. I fell headlong into the interplay between the jet and the rustling.

Gods and gardens

Up popped a thought about filming a tiny cabin on the water’s edge and twinning it with the sound of our habitual airport environment – living as we do in the suburbs of airports, really ;) – or the reverse – an urban hodgepodge of city life with the cabin’s quiet soundscape.

Somewhere in that time, before the moment I realized that I was no longer meditating, a car horn burst and I noticed its pitch for the first time, as a kind of music. The mechanical sound, ever-present in reality, only then returned to my consciousness.

That’s when Cage’s thought popped up and I wondered if I could live better by simply separating the car horn from what I read as the aggression it represents; just hearing it instead as another instrument in the orchestra of a constant music.

Why You Should Fire Yourself Once a Year

This wonderful post is from Brooke Shaden, whose portraits are a revelation… please read on….

Photofocus (old site)

 This is a guest post by Brooke Shaden. She is well known for her portraits that show  fantastic realities.  She combines painterly techniques as well as the square format.  She also takes traditional photographic properties are replaces things with otherworldly elements.

If you’re self-employed, or you have a creative passion, it is very likely that you have had a conversation with yourself about running your own business. It is also very likely that you have had the same concerns pop into your head that I have, those being: Am I motivated enough to create work for myself? Can I make enough money? Will I stay on schedule with no one to boss me around? Can I take the pressure?

headshot_smallThose questions ran through my mind like a high speed train when I was considering becoming a full time artist. To be honest, they never stopped rolling around in there, no…

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A Farewell To Winter

A farewell to winter is a slow-going affair. The weather heats up imperceptibly for about a month, while summer sends out its heralds with the occasional, tantalizing hot spell. On the other hand, our autumns are fine since our summers cool in a similar pattern. Both of Toronto’s dominant seasons hang on past their prime.

Ice Storm_Dark Web

But the uglies of winter are gone or going: the salted bumpers and streetcar shelters, stained windows and a host of grubby little visual modifiers that make a Toronto winter ugly – unless there’s fresh snow.

David Goorevitch, Awe and then some, aweandthensome, aweandthensomephotography, aweanthensome blog, art photography, Toronto, Toronto photographers, Toronto photography, Toronto for Photographers, Private Photography lessons, Private photography lessons Toronto, Toronto photography lessons, snow, winter, salt

Snow (and temperature, of course) are the culprits. With winter days that waver around the freezing mark frequently, salt is the only thing that keeps us from careening into one another, on foot or in any other conveyance. Last year’s ice storm tells the grim but beautiful story in one way; while this year’s salt cars tells it in a “grime but beautiful” way ;)

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