As serious as my skateboarding gets

A re-post for some who haven’t seen these, they are the raw photos from a roll I took 2007 or 2008. Nothing is quite like Alberta countryside at 6 AM. These are some of my favorites out of all the photos I’ve taken. In my top 3 best rolls of film. If you are a photographer but have never delved into the wonderful world of film, I highly recommend that you try. Do it while 35mm film sits on the shelves of any store, while you can get your film developed, and while second hand film cameras are found in thrift stores for $15. It creates an intimate experience with every single photo you take.

"This week on ‘Interview With The Artist’ we speak with a brilliant young man by the name of Peter McCaulahan. His work ranges from the simple to the audacious, using household items and acrylics to engage his viewers with the reality of the dystopian society that we live in. Peter’s inspirations include architecture, piston aircraft engines, depression, suicide and cigarettes. Join us for an evening with this up and coming talent."

Poco park session with Caleb Borosevich and David Novotny

Last weekend, I stood under a blanket of stars and gazed into the sky and across Buntzen Lake. The water’s surface reflected the night sky and snow-capped mountains while I reflected upon my thoughts. Minutes passed and I kept my sight fixated on the horizon. The mountains stopped looking like mountains and took random shapes, like vases and black puffs of smoke. At one point the reflection felt more real than the sky and I felt like I was floating in space, and the mountains became an asteroid of perfect symmetry. Its moments like this that I live for. That fleeting moment where everything suddenly looks different, feels different, and you forget who you are and where you’ve been. It was a moment of clarity, where I realized that I am a total outsider. Too soft for the raw unforgiving force of nature, too hard and ignorant to contribute anything of purpose to society.
It was during this fleeting moment that I realized I am truly alone, and it was beautiful.

Last weekend, I stood under a blanket of stars and gazed into the sky and across Buntzen Lake. The water’s surface reflected the night sky and snow-capped mountains while I reflected upon my thoughts. Minutes passed and I kept my sight fixated on the horizon. The mountains stopped looking like mountains and took random shapes, like vases and black puffs of smoke. At one point the reflection felt more real than the sky and I felt like I was floating in space, and the mountains became an asteroid of perfect symmetry. Its moments like this that I live for. That fleeting moment where everything suddenly looks different, feels different, and you forget who you are and where you’ve been. It was a moment of clarity, where I realized that I am a total outsider. Too soft for the raw unforgiving force of nature, too hard and ignorant to contribute anything of purpose to society.

It was during this fleeting moment that I realized I am truly alone, and it was beautiful.

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