Photography was a late entry in my life, it was actually a desperate subsistence for coupling with this big city and finding friends. Toronto where the winters are cold and if you don't have anyone to call your own in this city, then it's tenacious icy wind can break your soul. I joined groups who were in to photography and tagged along to escape the clutches of solitary existence,
Sitting under the Caribbean night sky, it’s one of the life’s ultimate pleasure. The soft cool breeze blowing from the ocean and a million stars illuminating the beach. It would be a crime to be there and not experience this.
Rush to earn, rush to be known, rush to … no.. It’s actually rushing towards the inevitable. Sometimes I sit and wonder, what is the point? Does it really matter? When, no matter if you are a General or an average Joe, you will be going six feet under. Cruel but inevitable, so what is this rush for?
Waters of the high sea, no matter how huge a ship you ride on it, it is but a dot on the ocean. It is at the mercy of its temper. Too many brave soul rest on its black cold floor, when you are riding on these high sea remember to revere its authority, you are only allowed when it wants you to ride.
Seen at a ‘Pow Wow’ in northern Ontario, natives give thanks to the creator and all its creation. Symbolism runs high at these events and you need to be present in order to understand and participate in these ceremonies.
Nimble and elegant Zebras are a sight to behold, especially when they are unfazed by your presence and go about their lives and in those unguarded moments you get a glimpse, a hint as to how this world could be if they greatest threat to its existence; humans are taken out of the equation.
A very illusive and solitary creature Leopards are the sage amongst all the big cats. A master illusionist , its brute power are rarely on display but when it does display it strikes fear in the most hardened of men.
On the magnificent St. Lawrence River, there stands a lighthouse. On a day like this, when you can’t make out where the horizon ends and sky begins it stands out like a beacon of life in this vast nothingness. The river flows like silk in to this vast nothingness.
Dark is mysterious, dark is enchanting, and on a full moon night the dark gets defined differently. Life goes on in the dark; fishes swim, birds fly and the river keeps on flowing. You are blessed if you can stand on the banks of one and witness this first hand on a warm summer night, moon peaking out from a fleeting cloud.