Water is always a fascinating creature. It is, somewhat, the ultimate alpha and omega. It is where life began as an accident but what water gives, water can take away. When I look at the waves crashing on those beautiful rocks, all I can think about is that slowly, inexorably, water is eating away at the land we live on. Feasting on it... Patiently... And one day, in a far distant future, water will have devoured everything.
This is where Europe ends and the vast body of water we call the Atlantic Ocean begins. I took this in Sagres, Portugal and what you see at the extreme left of this photo is Farol do Cabo de São Vicente, the fort at the edge of the world. This is were explorers like Colombus stared at the horizon and heard the call of the sea. If you stare at it long enough, you might, too...
Enjoying the gentler rays of the setting sun, this small fishing boat in Alvor, Portugal, is patiently waiting for the morrow, when the tides will bring back water and purpose into it's life.
I was walking around the house I temporarily inhabited in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, during a shoot there to hunt for some pictures to take. The hunt was not as fruitfull as I'd hoped but as I walked across a park there, I just happened upon this tree and the pretty illusion the shadows were casting on the ground.
I was recently in La Tuque, Quebec for an audio recording and found myself with a little bit of free time to explore the area. There are many trails there to follow but after trecking them for a while, I decided that the people there wouldn't make trails in the best spots... They would LIVE there. And that's how I found this nice view of the river Saint-Maurice right by the residential area. It's a great view to wake up to in the morning.
I've always had a soft spot for rebels and outcasts. For those who defy the establishment. Those who fight for unpopular causes... This photo was taken at the Nuit Blanche in Montreal in 2013 as I saw this guy walking against the current of the ever growing crowd. To this day, I still don't know who he is (so if you do know him or recognize him, please let me know).
A few months ago, a friend of mine came to our place to practice his firebreathing. I can safely say that photographing fire is a very challenging undertaking because of the contrasts between the fire and... well... everything else. It made quite an impression on me and you can expect to see more firebreathing photos in the future.
What hath night to do with sleep?
Quebec City is actually quite lovely by night. This was taken while I was shooting a documentary series in the summer of 2013.
An HDR I've made of the sunset over Quebec city in June 2013.
Every year, Steampunk Montreal gathers at the Redpath museum for the Nuit Blanche. I had the chance to work with this lovely couple to capture the mood of the moment... History, meet alternate history.
Sailing on a replica of a spanish caravel in Portugal, I took this shot as we were sailing out of port. The weather was fantastic, the sea was gorgeous and the view...
Kapuskasing, in Northern Ontario, is what they call a Garden City: a city built from an original design and not just from necessity. It has many beautiful landscapes like this one. In the summer, the sun sets late and slowly... So very slowly...
This place in Montreal reminded me of the artwork by Roger Dean. I have to confess that I photoshoped this one. The moon was there but it was a lot smaller. I just gave it a little help.
The sun was setting over Kapuskasing in Northern Ontario. I was amazed by how late you can get sunlight there in the summer.
During a shoot in Thunderbay, Ontario, we stoped at a restaurent (I can't remember the name) but these lanterns were hanging on the front porch.
The Old'up Bar in Alvor, Portugal. Sadly, I didn't get to have a beer there, but the place is gorgeous.
I love old relics like this one. They are mementos of a past upon which we built our whole civilization. This gorgeous microscope was for sale but it was sadly a bit out of my price range... Maybe one day!
Those old medical tools always seem uncanny... Especially when stacked in a horse nails box.
I met this guy, whom I called Ed, at a horror convention in London, Ontario. We chatted for a bit and, as he was such a nice guy, he now rents a room at my place...