July 1st is Canada Day and this year Canadians are celebrating Canada’s 150th birthday. On July 1st, to honor this special celebration, I spent most of the day gazing through 15 years of photographic archives and selected 150 of my favorite color images shot in Western Canada where I was born and raised. Oh Canada, my home and native land. You’re so beautiful! Here’s my Canada 150 in a slideshow:
Canada 150 – Happy Birthday to my home and native land! from Carol Watson on Vimeo.
Returning to Austin as part of the SXSW Festival Photo Crew was great fun. It wasn’t my first time taking part in SXSW, but it was the first time I was on the SXSW Photo Crew team. I spent 7 days working on assignments during the festival. I photographed sessions and events for the SXSW Interactive, SXSW Film, but the more challenging and memorable assignments were for SXSW Music. It was grueling for me working late into the night, but being such a music-lover, I’d definitely do this gig again!
Here are some of my favorite concert photography shots from the festival.
(top) Bonus Junk, (bottom) Cut Chemist with Mr Lif and Myka 9
(top) Mobley, (bottom) Keeper
(top) Twister, (bottom) Weaves
(top) Mantra, Matthew Logan Vasquez, (bottom) Jimmy Eat World
(top) Tokyo Police Club, And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead, (bottom) Panthéon Roccoco
(top) Pantéon Roccoco, (bottom) Ozomatli
(top) Ozomatli, (bottom) Residente
(top) Residente, (bottom) Agnes Obel, Albin Lee Meldau
(top) Maggie Rogers, (bottom) Charlotte Cardin, Rag’n’Bone Man
I traveled a fair amount again this year and my infrared converted Nikon D300 comes with me. I thought I’d finish up 2016 with my favorite infrared images from my travels throughout this year.
Zion National Park (left), Barcelona, Spain (right)
Santa Maddalena Val di Funes, Italy
Lago di Carezza, Italy (left), Passo Gaiu, Italy (right)
Passo Sella, Italy
Las Fallas in Valencia, Spain
Barcelona (left), Mineral de Pozos, Mexico (right)
Val d’Orcia, Tuscany, Italy
Near Cortona, Tuscany, Italy
Passo Giau, Dolomites, Italy
Check out more of my images by viewing my story on Steller:
Photographing landscapes in digital infrared can yield some interesting and surreal results. I brought my coverted Nikon IR camera with me to Italy. Check out my digital infrared images of the Italian Dolomites by viewing my story on Steller:
My husband and I recently returned from our autumn trip to Italy. This time, we spent a few days in northern Italy and reveled in the beauty of the Dolomite mountains. Check out my images and story on Steller:
On July 6, in the middle of the night, I got the call from my brother that I knew would eventually come, but was not prepared to hear — my father passed away back home in Canada. My Dad had not been well (with dementia and bladder cancer) but his sudden passing was still disquieting for us because we didn’t have the opportunity to be by his side when he took his last breath. That alone has been a great source of heartbreak for me.
My father was a humble and kind man who worked so hard to give us a reasonable life despite barely scraping by for many years. I owe my work ethic to him. Dad was a softy and his eyes would often tear up when talking about both happy and sad times. This he passed down to me as well. I also get my sense of humor and wit from him. He was a great storyteller. My brother Gord and I made sure to include many stories about Dad in his eulogy, which we delivered together. There was laughter at his memorial and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
We laid his ashes next to the grave of my brother, Tom (who died in a tragic work accident at the age of 19). It had been cloudy and threatening rain most of the day. When my brothers placed his urn in the ground, the sun came out and radiated warmth upon us — it was like Tom was sending a warm welcome to my Dad. It made me smile through my tears. I’ll never forget that moment.
The view from where my father and brother lay to rest is beautiful.
Before I left the Crowsnest Pass, I stopped at two of my Dad’s favorite fishing spots along the Crowsnest River. The first is a spot near the Frank Slide where Dad took me fishing when I was a teen. I scattered some of my father’s ashes in this beautiful and peaceful spot.
The second place that I stopped at to remember my Dad was Lundbreck Falls. He loved fishing there too. I spent quite a bit of time here in reflection and remembrance before I scattered some of his ashes in the water at the bottom of the falls. Now his spirit flows along with the river.
The song my family chose to have played as we processed into Dad’s memorial service was “Go Rest High on that Mountain” by Vince Gill. It was a perfect choice.
Rest peacefully, Dad. Love you forever.