Marion and I lived high when we were first married.
To be specific, we lived on the 12th floor of an apartment building on the fringes of Toronto (Redgrave and Martingrove). Short of cash, we populated our place with lawn furniture and unfinished doors that we turned into desktops. And a second-hand dining room table with chairs. Marion was teaching and I was in school, roles we reversed soon after, as we worked through the career paths of our early life. The only luxuries I owned were my cameras -- a 35mm SLR and a Rolleiflex TLR. And as much Kodak Tri-X film as I could scrounge from the budget.
The apartment wasn't fancy but it offered a great view:
Incoming rainstorm, Toronto, 1974
(click on image for a larger view)I could watch the weather from my 12th-storey lookout and grab my camera if anything looked interesting. The municipal park below us provided some interesting shots, particularly in winter when I could capture sparse, zen-like images of figures against the snow:
Playground in winter, Toronto, 1975
(click on image for a larger view)Perception is reality. Photography helps shape that perception into an on-going vision and a never-ending challenge to see more, see better, and see things from a new perspective.
You can live high on a low budget. And a good camera ...
(17-Sep-2003, Revised 16-June-2004)
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