Dana and Court’s day was a warm and sunny stand alone in what seemed like weeks of wet and gray. The wedding ceremony was held on Dana’s family farm, a blueberry farm, which I think inspired the deep berry colours in everything from fingernails to beverages and even a lot of guest apparel. The reception was held at UBC boathouse. I enjoyed photographing Dana & Court’s young son as he experienced the wedding of his parents– from waking up from his nap to putting on new shoes and a strange outfit, a familiar yard filled with strangers and food, and a walk/carry down an aisle in front of all of them! He joined his parents up at the front under the big tree once he delivered them the rings.
*This* is how you make hot chocolate. Get a cup half full of molten chocolate and stir in rich foaming milk to taste.
It was late November, in the height of swine flu āpandemicā when I began looking into Christmas in Europe. Prices were ridiculous, and I really could have used some time at home to finish up some work and relax a bit, but when Emily called to say that she and Jeremy would drop everything in Switzerland to take the train to Paris to walk around for a day with us, well, it was an offer I could not refuse. I know everyone claims to love Paris, but Emily really does. She has her own personal guide book sheās compiled, which exists in older and newer versions on USB keys in Europe and the Mid East. Tāwas she who introduced me to Laduree macarons, and late night post-sinful dinner art viewing at Palais de Tokyo, and riding around in taxis like a well-to-do person. The only downside to all of this was the biting coldāI think it was minus ten when we got around to doing a shoot and my fingers were almost too numb to change from my TS. It was cold to the point of mental distraction for a Vancouver softie like me. In any case, I was not too cold to feel refreshed by the lovely things that humans have made. Below is an excerpt from a CBC interview with Stephen Fry which I transcribed from a podcast. The last few sentences especially I had to preserve since they sum up so much of my frustration and crankiness of so long. Enjoy!
āIt seems like a small point but itās actually huge. If youāre in a position to make things and to design things, hotels, strip malls and other things, why not make them beautiful? Itās almost never that much more expensive, but the gain is enormous! To return to Oscar Wilde, when he was in Chicago at one brief point, he was askedāand you have to put this in context, this is when America had just emerged from internecine strife, a civil war which till this day remains the bloodiest war, as it were proportionally, thatās ever been fought in our civilization, and on top of that, gangsterism was beginning in Chicago and the wild west was also in a very bloody state, and the country that had been founded not very long before in such idealistic hopes by enlightened people that were founding a kind of a new paradise on earth– they saw their country erupting in blood and guns, and they said to Wilde, because he was an interesting visitor and an intellectual, and a man who seemed to know things, they asked him if he had a theory about why America was so violent, and he said āI know perfectly well why itās so violent. Itās because your wallpaper is so ugly.ā And of course the people laughed because it was a cheeky and amusing remark, but itās not trivial, itās not a superficial, itās not a shallow remark, itās actually a very profound remark and it strikes at the heart of what aestheticism is, it is a moral force, itās not just āoh I wish things were prettyā. And what you can say if you look out the window in the continental US and in north America generally, everything is stunningly beautiful that nature has done, and thatās true everywhere in the world, whether itās the arctic wastes or the deserts or mountains of Nepal, ⦠whatever it is, in nature it seems to us incontestably and unconditionally lovely, we find it simply beautiful. And the only things we ever see that are ugly when we look out, are things that we have made. And if generations of children grow up believing that they belong to a species that can only uglify, that has no role in making things beautiful, that cannot with its own hands and its own ingenuity make things that are lovely, only things that are at best serviceable and at worst hideous and an imposition and a blot, and an insult to the nature into which we were born, then thereās a guilt, a self-oppressing guilt that the entire species feels, that we all feel because we feel that we are a worthless race, we donāt beautify we uglify. And there is no excuse for that.ā
The CBC podcast for more Stephen Fry is here.
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Dolly and Christopher got married at what I think is one of the best ceremony spots in Vancouver, Ferguson Point, overlooking the water, with UBC to the left and West Van as a backdrop on the right. And because they had a small guest list, they were able to head right into the Teahouse for their reception after going for a little drive with us for their wedding photos in Stanley Park. Their wedding day was only one of about two beautiful afternoons that we had in May! And yes, because of park regulations, that is bird seed tossed during the recessional. It won’t have gone to waste.
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The week before India I spent a fantastic week down at the Barcelo Maya resort with Justin and Vanessa and their families. Apart from a little seasickness I enjoyed myself immensely. I had been to Mexico once before but the white sand and pastel waters of these beaches where they were married are stunning. Vanessa’s dress is from Vancouver designer Alison Hartford at Manuel Mendoza, and her turquoise jewelry is from one of my favourite stores, the Cross on Homer St. This was my first wedding entirely on a beach, from vows to sandy barefoot dancing.
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I feel extremely fortunate to have had the opportunity to volunteer my photography services for Operation Rainbow Canada last April. This organization was founded by Vancouver plastic surgeon Dr. Kimit Rai who travels to far off places twice a year with a Canadian medical team of volunteers to perform free surgeries on children with cleft lips and palates. The families of these children would otherwise be unable to pay for the treatment which impacts the way the kids speak and eat, not to mention their future career and marital opportunities.
On this mission many burn victims also came to the hospital for help, so we were lucky to have Dr. Sandra Voice along who was able to operate on many of them, restoring range of motion to limbs and necks, allowing eye lids and mouths to fall back into position, restoring digits to burned hands.
The 44 hour journey to our destination, the small town of Baru Sahib in Himachal Pradesh, was epic but I instantly felt at home and loved the place and the people. Our hosts, members of the Kalgidhar Society, took exceptionally good care of us. We were served three delicious vegetarian meals a day (I enjoyed every dish) and provided with very comfortable, free accommodation. (The whole town is vegetarian, tobacco and alcohol free, which didnāt hurt my feelings!)
The Kalgidhar Society has a number of charitable and social projects in rural North India, one of which is providing free surgical camps which are attended by villagers from up to hundreds of kilometers away. Another major project is the building and administration of schools and universities in these rural areas where there are otherwise few educational opportunities, especially for girls. Baru Sahib was home to a few of these educational institutionsāincluding a nursing college, an engineering college and a school of music. It was an absolute pleasure meeting these students in the town and working with the nursing students in the hospital. You can read more about Baru Sahib and the Kalgidhar Society here.
The heart of Baru Sahib is a large Gurdwara which was more often than not filled with the music of the students. I would get up around 4:30 every morning, sit for a while in the Gurdwara, then join a few ORC team members at 5 am for a walk in the mountains while the sun rose, enjoying the views and fresh air. Weād then meet for breakfast and commence a long day of work up the hill at the Akal Charitable Hospital. These were good times.
Now for photos:
We flew from Vancouver to Hong Kong to Delhi then continued by car. It was very difficult to get all the equipment containers through customsāit was a major hold up until one of our nurses, charming yet commanding, told the stalling officer how it was going to go down. Iām sure it was after 3 am when we were out in the parking lot getting into our caravan, having our luggage tied to the roofs of half a dozen vehicles. It was 30 degrees Celsius when we arrived at 2:30 a.m. The road to Baru Sahib is something of a hairpin cliff-hanger so we were unable to travel together in a mega bus. I was very lucky that Rema, one of the nurses, gave me a large dose of Gravol so that I was mercifully unconscious for the majority of the 12 hour road trip. I remember waking up at one point in the darkness only to see the hillside beside us on fire and feel a burning piece of earth rebound off the hood of our car, but even that was unable to hold my waking attention for long.
The Gurdwara surrounded by dormitories and classrooms on many levels, and sports spaces on the roofs.
Student nurses were very helpful to our staff.
Part of the missionās opening ceremonies.
Day oneāintake. Hundreds of people travelled from remote rural areas in hopes of being treated. Sadly, not all were treatable due to the nature of their problems and the limitations of the mission.
This is Gurpreet, a boy who never complained. Here he is waiting to see the doctor with his grandmother for what would be his fourth surgery. His family was attacked with acid as they slept. He lost his mother and sister in the attack, but he and his father survived, badly burned. His grandmother brought him to the hospital and cared for him for 10 days or so.
Binta surveys the activity. She is 8 years old and has lived in the hospital for a year and, we were told, has never been to school. She is healthy but her mother was badly burned a year ago and has suffered from many complications, so Binta stays with her mum while her brothers tend to the farm many miles away.
Dr. Abbot rigs some lighting. The power in India is very fickle! Here doctors continue to open a burned hand while the OR is rather dark.
Dr. Purdy gives a young patient moral support as they walk to the OR together for lip surgery.
Student nurses congregate outside the OR. The ORC mission provided them with learning opportunities.
Dr. Arora joined the team from New Delhi.
Tea time! Iām not sure who this gentleman is, but I know that Akal Charitable Hospital had a free kitchen downstairs where patients and their families could eat at no charge. The sharing of free food, I learned, is culturally and religiously significant for Sikhs. Every Gurdwara, or temple, has a kitchen, usually downstairs, where everyone may sit and eat together.
I was not the only photographer. The patients enjoyed documenting their foreign visitors.
A boy, finished surgery, is taken from the OR to Recovery.
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