In the 70s my parents moved from Toronto, where my dad was in school, to Yellowknife, the capital of the Northwest Territories, where they lived for eight years. I was born near the end of their time there.
Over the course of my life I’d heard many stories about my parents’ time up north, but I’d never been back, and given my age when we lived there, I had no memory of it.
In the late aughts my dad was going to Yellowknife for work; I asked if I could go with him. Instead of flying, which he would normally have done, we opted to drive—a trip that we spread over three days.
That summer, someone had gifted me an old Canon SLR they’d found in their basement. I used it for about a year. The lens that came with the Canon was a cheap 28mm prime lens. At the time, I loved how wide the lens was. It meant that I was often up close to the people and things I was photographing. I rarely use wide lenses now.
All of the photographs I took on my trip to Yellowknife—except for a handful of Polaroids—were taken with the 28mm.
xz
No posts
Comments
Nothing yet. Say the first thing.
Sign in to join the conversation.