I have a small collection of vintage cameras, one of which is this art deco Kodak Bantam Special:
I started off photographing it as is, admiring its cool retro style.
Then I decided to open it up – I wasn’t sure if I ever had – and see what I could capture of the lens and its inner workings.
Once I opened the film door, I realized I could see directly through the lens. I experimented with a few different items, until I tried one of the dried roses I haven’t yet been able to bring myself to throw away. This led to these two sort of surreal photos:
Often, when I set out to photography one thing, I end up photographing another. This, among so many other reasons, is what I love about photography: the infinite possibilities of what can be found through the lens (or lenses!) of a camera.
When the months get colder and the snow has covered summer’s garden, I shop for inspiration.
Inexpensive supermarket flowers make for many photos. I could not stop taking pictures of this pretty bouquet that I picked up the other day.
They didn’t look like much, stuck in a vase. Some of the petals were curled and withered from the plastic wrap, and a few leaves torn. They weren’t perfect, but when I rearranged them in the bright afternoon sunlight, they made for some beautiful compositions.
Here are a few of my favourites:
These are all available in my Etsy shop as digital dowloads:
A single rose remains in my back garden, holding on through the chillier nights and fading light.
An afternoon movie with the girls (with popcorn and chocolate!) is made sweeter by returning home to a dozen red roses from my husband (with chocolate!).
Scattered across the weathered chairs at my parents’ are hundreds of rose petals.
They are a natural potpourri, an accidental decoration.
Sometimes the prettiest flowers aren’t the ones we buy at the garden centres and fill our yards with; sometimes they are the wildflowers that we come across unexpectedly when we step away from our yards.
I bought some new house plants to replace the ones I’d killed.
Even though I know it probably will not last (if previous purchases of mini roses is any indication), I could not resist these roses. They are the colour of coral, a splash of colour in this beige season.
Besides, they make a great subject for photography.
An August afternoon in my parents’ backyard is filled with laughter and conversation.
We sit below the climbing roses, on the deck my father built. The gardens surrounding us have been planted and tended by my mother. Chickadees swoop over our heads and chipmunks skitter by. These fences hold memories.
While Sunday supper warms in the oven, more memories are made.