JuliaGotz's PhotoBlog

this blog is now closed

2008-08-09T11:52:03Z

For nearly 4 years, I've posted here on photoblog, and I've enjoyed it so much. Thank you to everyone who came by, and thank you for all the great comments. I'm posting to say goodbye because I see by the number of visits that many of you check back often, and I won't be posting any more pictures on the blog. All is well with me, and I'm mostly busy with other things. Also, my camera is giving up the ghost, and I'm not ready to get a new one. I'll return to photography, and I think I'd like to take some courses next year, but I don't think I'll return to the blog format. I've found I restrict and inhibit myself more and more in what I post and write, which takes the fun out of it. I'm ending with this photo, which I took a couple of years ago, because it is one of my favourites, and I lost the file when my hard drive crashed. My blog is my only version of it. best pics dance darya

the two hours before dawn

2010-10-03T18:19:14Z

these are a few people shots from the last two hours of nuit blanche in toronto

Celebrating the life and work of Michael J. Baker

2010-09-18T20:57:33Z

Toronto based Coleman Lemieux & Compagnie perform C. V., choreographed by James Kudelka this dance performance is the first work in a program called 'Red Brick' celebrating the artistic legacy of composer Michael J. Baker ten years after his death in Sept. 2000. details

another rehearsal

2010-09-11T04:02:29Z

Watching dancers as they explore new choreography is like visiting a new continent. They experiment and investigate difficult passages in the dance, and few words are needed to convey their ideas. Their expertise and the language of movement available to them is inspiring - even the way they take rest on the floor in a break has fullness. I will be photographing the dress rehearsal on Friday, and I'm eager to see these works in their final form.

for marijo: the rehearsal

2010-09-05T11:46:44Z

kensington: I went back again

2010-07-12T02:12:53Z

people searched for each other in notes and chords. one guitar went home and someone fetched another. the violin wove in and out. patchwork drifting, then finding places to come together. the blasting horns of the world cup win slammed into the little street and went away again. a woman danced with her daughters, and a guy on a skateboard stole a ride from car.

this beautiful night

2010-07-11T00:29:01Z

At dusk I walked to the park in Kensington market - a place I go where I feel a part of this city. I'd sat for a time before heading home. On Nassau street I heard music which felt like it was coming from inside me - a piano melody like a rolling wave, tender and endless. The piano was at the edge of the cafe fence, almost on the sidewalk, and there were a few standing to listen. I was going to walk slowly past, but someone asked me to stay, as if knowing I needed to hear the invitation. The music unfolded, unwound, and said everything. I sat until the cafe manager had to close the place. The pianist told him he doesn't have a piano at home, and they agreed he could come back to play again. For the rest of the way home, I felt different, and so many people needed to say something as we passed each other on the street. 'beautiful night, isn't it?' Beautiful night. I build my house of straw.

Wedding Day

2010-06-20T01:37:26Z

lush

2010-06-20T21:04:32Z

castleview, poppy

2010-05-25T01:25:38Z