Last day of our summer trip to Southern Alberta we have started in Drumheller, where we stopped to visit the Hoodoos. As early as we went, there were already quite a lot of visitors climbing the rocks and wondering about. It is a very interesting place, with an unusual landscape.
When I heard that there was a walkabout being organized in Calgary, I quickly jumped on the occasion. Not everyday you get to meet The Fuji Guys in person.
A quick little trip south. Wasn't expecting any photography, since the goal was to visit family, but I did try. Really wanted to try using the iPad again as an addition to my workflow. NIK software has updated Snapseed, their image editor for iPad and iPhone, and it does not butcher images anymore, and preserves the EXIF data as well. This makes me really happy. Here is a quick random images from a short walk around Calgary. All done on the iPad. Enjoy!
This whole photo session happened, as you probably guessed already in Calgary. Randy Pond and me went out to visit, and just take a breath of different air. We spent a good 6 hours walking around downtown Calgary, just having a wonderful time with Tatiana. She has a great personality, and is absolutely wonderful to work with. Here are randomly taken pictures... Enjoy!
We spent the afternoon in the great outdoors of Calgary doing boudoir photography. It was simple. Tatiana, lingerie, the grass and a couple of photographers. She's hot... it was hot... here's how the photo shoot turned out. Enjoy!
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Wow. It's been almost a month from the last post. I have been rather more busy lately, with work and all kinds of photo shoots. This means the collection of pictures waiting to be posted is growing and growing. So with out further ramblings from me, lets get this started, shall we? Lets start with my extended family. These were taken during a supper that I was invited to with my silly cousin way back during the time were leaves were still green on the trees. Enjoy.
Continuing my interview with T. Leah Fehr....Is there a message in your poetry that you want readers to grasp?
Absolutely not. I would like anyone reading my poetry to take from it what they will, no matter what that may be. You see, poetry is not only personal to the poet, but also to the reader. The object is not to force my thoughts, ideas and feelings on someone else, but rather to invite them to see the world that I see in a new light; and to see it from their own eyes. If I can evoke fresh perception to an otherwise unoriginal idea (for there are no original ideas left to man), then I can enjoy an element of success in what I’ve written. To quote Bukowski, “The writer has no responsibility, except to jack off in bed alone and type a good page”.
What are your current projects?
I am in the process of compiling and proofing my second collection, titled Apatheology. I anticipate that it will be in print by summer, 2011. I’m also working on a short novel called ‘Invisibility’ – a project which has taken me very far out of my comfort zone, in terms on genre, and one which threatens to drive me stark raving mad before I ever complete it. A preview of it will be offered in Apatheology.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
That is a very difficult question for me, and one that I know I’ll come up with a better answer for tomorrow, no matter what I say today. I’ve been inspired by many artists over the years, both old and new – from Shakespeare to Cohen, Dante to de Sade. Outside of poetry, I adore Franz Kafka, Milan Kundera, Hunter S. Thompson, and I have recently developed a deep respect for the troubled brilliance of Brian Warner (aka Marilyn Manson). A contemporary poet named Dean Young opened my eyes and mind to a style that I’ve come to call ‘purge’ poetry, and Charles Bukowski taught me the beauty of profanity and speaking in the literal, as opposed to my tendency toward the metaphorical.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
I’d love to! For one of my recent journeys into metaphor here is a short poem titled Whisper...
T. Leah Fehr, 2010
her name, but a whisper, to sugar my lip
upon fair lash and lobe, rosy flesh I kiss
and she purrs and writhes, as she quivers and sighs
until she is still, and her rapture I sip
as she quivers and sighs and scratches and cries
when our love turns to lies, deceit and regret
still she purrs and writhes, rosy flesh I kiss
her name, but a whisper, I’ll never forget
This concluded our interview. I had a wonderful time taking pictures and listening. I may be a little biased, but I hope you enjoyed this interview as much as I did. If you would like to find out more about T. Leah Fehr's poetry and other writings check out here website HERE. Also if you would like to purchase the der Nackte Künstler, please visit: http://www.quillandpalette.com/dernackteknstler.htm
On parting I would like to present another of T. Leah Fehr's poems called "Flies in the Wine"
Flies in the Wine
the inherent hypocrisy
of this time and the
futile irony of it exhaust
me as I gaze out past
the bird shit on the
window at a world
giving birth to a
as the gentle breeze
carries with it a
sparrow’s song of
anguish and death while
the child buries her
mother and the father
murders his daughter
and the hushed poet and
seven flies seek solace
and silence in a cracked
wine glass as she carves
through words and flesh
just to hear the cries of
a bleeding book and I
know now that it
follows me and taunts
me and I know it must
be spring because
everyone is dying as the
white lilacs bloom
I always loved poetry. When I was a kid, I used to write. I even got published once. Then I grew up and time shrunk. Poetry, like many little dreams, got put in the attic to collect dust. Sometimes I revisit that attic, blow the dust from the covers, sit in a comfortable chair, and turn the crackling pages of old memories. I don't visit as often as I like. Then two years ago, my best friend of almost a quarter century, published her book. It is an amazing collection of poetry and prose by T. Leah Fehr, called "der Nackte Künstler". This took me back, back to the attic again. During my last visit to Calgary, I finally had a chance to spend some time with my best friend. I was allowed to take a few photographs, and ask a few questions. It's a rare moment, and I'm honoured and proud that I can share these here. Enjoy.
When did you start writing poetry?
I started writing poetry as a child. I clearly remember writing a poem (perhaps my first, but I can’t be sure) when I was about six years old – it was a poem about the true meaning of Christmas. It was short and poignant and spiritual. I wish I’d kept it. I was quite prolific in my teens, and still have a bit of the work I produced back then (despite how expectedly and awfully full of teen angst most of it is). I took an extended hiatus from writing throughout most of my 20’s (partying, drinking, sex, marriage, career, family, etc...) – I don’t think I produced anything worth reading for close to 10 years. I actually remember when I finally came out of hiding, poetically speaking... the poem was title ‘Hindrance’, and spoke specifically about my inability to write, and how terribly I missed it. That was about ten years ago, and since then, my writing has been steady, if not a bit sporadic at times. I must be inspired, and while inspiration can come in most any form, it can also abandon me completely and without warning, if for only a while. There are times when life just gets in the way of creativity.
What inspired you to write and publish your first poetry book?
Catharsis. Nothing more, really. I needed to rid myself of something that had been poisoning me for years. Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE this collection, and I’m very proud of it. It offers some of my best work, to date. But it’s very close, it’s very raw and I really just needed it out of me.
Do you have a specific writing style?
No, I don’t think so. I often find comfort in the challenge of the structure of strict poetic form and lyric, but other times my pen is led by the purity and profanity of freeverse. I like playing and experimenting with my writing style... I’ve read poets who never stray from one particular form, and I really feel that they’re denying themselves the opportunity to explore and enhance their craft and their creativity... and perhaps missing the chance to discover something new about themselves, which saddens me - why write, especially poetry, if not to learn a little bit more about our Self?
Do your life experiences have any influence in what you write?
Oh, of course... everything I write is spawned by what I experience, what I see, what I feel, what I believe, what I’ve done, what I want, what I love, what I hate, what I’m ashamed of, who I am, who I was, who I want to be, what I want to do, what I’d kill for, who I’d fuck, it goes on and on. I don’t think a poem can be written that is not somehow influenced by the experience of the poet... at least certainly not one that I’d want to read.
How did you come up with the title?
TO BE CONTINUED...
So on the last trip to Cow Town, I figured, I would invite 3 of my nieces out for a photo session. Luckily they all agreed. I haven't seen them in ages, and it was quite a shock seeing them all grown up. I used to play horsey rides when they were 4 or 5. Time flies. I hope you enjoy these as much as I did.
I think it was the most interesting thing I have seen in a very long time. The clouds were changing their formation by the minute, and it was steadily growing. Luckily it passed us by. I would not want to be driving through this.