It’s just straight photography in Ottawa, Canada. It’s colder than Moscow but warmer than Ulan Bator. Tragically, my bokeh hasn’t been creamy since 1969.
I actually started taking pictures with some level of serious intent in the late 1960’s, when I was 16, armed with a big Polaroid Model 160. It used the original black and white peel-apart roll film. By the mid-70’s, I had taught myself to develop 35mm film, and I was burning and dodging black and white prints during late night sessions in my studio apartment, on weekends when not at sea with the navy. After a while, I moved on to slide film, developing my own Ektachromes and sending out the Kodachromes. Unfortunately, most of that early experimentation was lost a long time ago, except for a few fading prints without the negatives, some vintage Polaroids, as well as a single yellow plastic case of Kodachrome slides. I also have a trunkful of family and vacation pictures I took from the late 1970’s to the early 90’s, which, despite my best intentions, I will probably never have time to scan.
In the real world of making a living, I joined the Canadian Forces as an ROTP officer cadet while already attending a civilian university and I was commissioned after graduating in 1974. I subsequently served my four year commitment in the regular navy, after which I became a federal public servant, eventually heading a Secretary of State division embedded within National Defence. A dozen years later, I left the public service for the private sector, and I also transferred from the Supplementary List to the Army Reserves.
During that time, while freelancing as a civilian defence contractor in naval technical documentation, I fully retrained as an army logistics (transport) officer up to and including the command and staff course (MCSC). I was qualified to Lieutenant Colonel level, but unfortunately, that never materialized due to the renal failure that put an end to my weekend warrior “career”. Instead, after commanding a company and having several functions on division and brigade staffs, I ended up spending four years on hemodialysis, until I finally received a kidney from the waiting list. Being on dialysis didn’t do much for my freelance work on the civilian side of things either.
Technically, I guess that makes me an 11 year veteran (4 regular and 7 reserve with several years of the latter on full-time call-out), not including my extensive military-related work as a civilian.
Pierre Lachaine