Dajavu: A word play, or subliminal-anagram of my names, but also more than that. Photography to me is recording memories. Memories of places, of people, of things and of moments in time. The recording of them is like a guarantee the feeling associated with whatever subject they portray will be experienced again. Kind of like déjà vu.
Funny Story: Stopped at this little roadside waterfall underneath a train bridge, Ralston Falls, for some photos. Half way from road to cascade, train whistle blows. Run back to road and onto 2-lane bridge risking life and limb with passing traffic for picture of train crossing over bridge over waterfall. Obviously not enough time there to set the correct settings and/or decide to shoot video instead… Oh well, I thought it was cool still, especially since in the 30 odd years I’ve travelled the Pine Pass through the Rocky Mountains in northern British Columbia I’ve only ever seen a handful of trains. On this day’s drive alone we saw a northbound and this southbound a few hours later.