*Scroll through slideshow for all pictures- turns out 15 photos in a "gallery" looks pretty terrible in terms of formatting.
For this challenge, I chose to go with a less literal route than just having my photos be of West Vancouver, or of my house. I wanted them to convey more of a lived-in, decaying feel of nostalgia as a set. They more communicate the passage of time for "where I live", with the juxtaposition of faded childhood memories and the wet greyness of Vancouver that is usually forgotten amidst sparkling mountains and brilliant summer sunshine. I've lived here all my life, even in the same house, and now the places around me are steeped in memories. A bundle of things that now make up an introspective part of me; another viewpoint on where I live. Things like paint flaking off of a wooden playhouse in the yard, leaves covering a tennis court all but forgotten by the municipality, the glitter of broken chain on a basketball hoop. A sign promising to change hiking trails into suburbs, and it's been there as long as I can remember. Yet also the little things, forgotten by all during the stereotypical brilliance of fall colours, when all the bright colours are now brown but this is just the Vancouver winter, in which the dull colours don't get the covering blanket of snow. Like water dripping from evergreen branches and into puddles, mist covering the mountains, broken tree branches and pine needles on the roadside after storms; dull morning light strong enough to have the lights turned off but not to wake sleeping cats. All in all, they bring together a feeling that could be described to most as a 'Sunday Haze". It's part of where I live, and therefore is part of me, but it doesn't make up all of it. Just a lesser explored part. Overall, I think I was successful in creating a set of photographs that conveyed a feeling, while not having the literal representation of the challenge. I think my favourite photo of the group is the one of the basketball hoop with the metal chains, because in the midst of the "dirty" brown-ness of the rest of the photo, the metal seems to sparkle.
For this challenge, I chose to go with a less literal route than just having my photos be of West Vancouver, or of my house. I wanted them to convey more of a lived-in, decaying feel of nostalgia as a set. They more communicate the passage of time for "where I live", with the juxtaposition of faded childhood memories and the wet greyness of Vancouver that is usually forgotten amidst sparkling mountains and brilliant summer sunshine. I've lived here all my life, even in the same house, and now the places around me are steeped in memories. A bundle of things that now make up an introspective part of me; another viewpoint on where I live. Things like paint flaking off of a wooden playhouse in the yard, leaves covering a tennis court all but forgotten by the municipality, the glitter of broken chain on a basketball hoop. A sign promising to change hiking trails into suburbs, and it's been there as long as I can remember. Yet also the little things, forgotten by all during the stereotypical brilliance of fall colours, when all the bright colours are now brown but this is just the Vancouver winter, in which the dull colours don't get the covering blanket of snow. Like water dripping from evergreen branches and into puddles, mist covering the mountains, broken tree branches and pine needles on the roadside after storms; dull morning light strong enough to have the lights turned off but not to wake sleeping cats. All in all, they bring together a feeling that could be described to most as a 'Sunday Haze". It's part of where I live, and therefore is part of me, but it doesn't make up all of it. Just a lesser explored part. Overall, I think I was successful in creating a set of photographs that conveyed a feeling, while not having the literal representation of the challenge. I think my favourite photo of the group is the one of the basketball hoop with the metal chains, because in the midst of the "dirty" brown-ness of the rest of the photo, the metal seems to sparkle.