False Alarm 3 (Dupuis, Hawkins, Mio and Bleury)

Canon EOS 20D

Love the names across the bottoms of the jackets. Bleury is a street I lived near in Montreal and it seemed to fit the firefighter on the far right's general aspect.

Tomorrow night, I am attending a seminar at WIndsor Photo Outfitters about black and white printmaking. About seven years ago, a friend gave up on his photography and gave me all his darkroom equipment. I had full intentions of setting one up in my basement, but after talking to a few people, became overwhelmed by the amount of negativity (ha) and resentment that surrounded the setting-up and use of darkrooms. There seemed to be such a preoccupation with the absolute imperviousness to light of the darkroom itself that it eclipsed all enjoyment of the photography itself. Then, after reading some essays by Henri Cartier-Bresson and Paul Strand in recent weeks, I realized that even the great photographers often worked in less than optimal darkrooms because they were artists, not technicians. Their results speak for themselves. So, I may be dragging out all this darkroom equipment cluttered under the eaves here in the attic studio.

Stay tuned for what is likely some of the greatest garffiti to ever transgress public brick, as well as shots from the 35mm rolls from the Canon EX Auto and the Pentax K1000, including some black and whites.