Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Mystery Mask....for Mike.

It sat up on top of a cabinet full of other "treasures" at the Market, and being very colourful, caught my eye. The lady in charge of the booth stated that she had no idea what part of the world it originated from, or if it had any particular significance, ceremonial or religious. It was certainly a good conversation piece, and it was priced very reasonably indeed. My guess is that it was viewed by many with much superstition, and as a result, was continuing to collect dust up there. I positioned it so that one of the ceiling lights provided the main lighting, and the black pipes on the ceiling, the negative background which made the colours pop. Windsor has such a huge cultural mix from every corner of the world, and that makes going to the various booths at The Market a real adventure every time.....

Accordion Man....

All bundled up in his winter coat, he sits in the entrance to the Windsor Market with this red and gold box on his knee, and a little frog on top. You hear this old accordion playing, but there is no instrument to be seen. He smiles continuously, and nods his head to thank those who drop a few coins in the box on the floor in front of him. You see these people in the most unlikely places sometimes, and it has to be a tough way to make a living, or even a past time for that matter. On my way out of the market, I could not help but stop and chat with him for a while. He grew up in Quebec city, and his family hails from the Iles de la Madeleine, or The Magdalen Islands, in the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Great stuff, we grew up in the same area practically. I finally coaxed him to show me what he was playing inside the box. I wanted to see if it was something like the ones that I played, and indeed it was. However, it was very well used, as the grille on the treble button side was replaced with an old piece of cardboard. It had indeed seen more than its fair share of house parties and barn dances all over the country. He had a real love for his old French Canadian tunes, and his eyes just danced when I asked him to play a couple that I knew he would know. He gave me his business card, which states he is available for office parties, weddings, or any occasion what so ever. It was a real chunk of fun talking to him and I appreciated very much his permission to use his pictures on my little blog. Keep the tunes coming fella....this sad world needs more guys like you.....Windsor, Accordion Idol Capitol of Canada...ya think?....LOL!!

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Laughing Eyes

After watching my grandson play floor hockey this morning, his other grandfather invited me to accompany him on a trip over to the Windsor Market for some Kielbasa sausage. Having never gone there before, I stopped by the house for my camera....just in case... As it turns out, I am very glad that I did, as I would have missed a great occasion to photograph some really great objects and people as well. This lady shown here operates a space in the market, and has some real "treasures" on display for those who appreciates such things. After talking with her for a few minutes, she agreed to be photographed with one of her rare treasures, and that I could place her photo here on my blog. She is holding the September 1901 issue of The Ladies' Home Journal, and her laughing eyes made this encounter a very pleasant experience. Thanks Tammy.....Thanks Frank.....

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Silent Eyes.....

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you were being watched? This little doe is just one of the many who observe our activities when we venture into their space. They never fail to surprise and pleasure us when they appear.....

Ice Crystals

The sun finally broke through yesterday, for the first time in too many long dreary days, and I finally got out to do a little shooting again. My original intent was to shoot some black & white film, but did not find anything that fired up the juices. So, I stopped at the Ojibway Park again on my way back home, hoping to find some birds or maybe a deer. At first there were none of either. So while waiting for the birds to appear, I took this shot looking down into this little trickle of water that flowed under an old wooden bridge. The crystalline formation made in the ice during the recent fluctuations in temperature appealed to me somewhat.  The spiked twig in the upper right corner is from a Hawthorne bush I believe. However, I could be wrong on that, but it looks like something that a deer had found not too palatable. The simplistic abstractness of it all appealed to me, and I hope, some of you as well.....