Driftwood (Parc National du Fjord-du-Saguenay)

Saturday, August 23rd, 2025

 

Akiva, throwing logs to the sea,

 

 

 

finds a bigger log from the base of the bluffs

 

 

 

and rolls it to the water

 

 

 

and paddles in the bay.

 

 

 

Log in the water!

 

 

 

Iris joins him,

 

 

 

& they bounce across the bay.

 

 

 

Later, when they return to land,

 

 

 

I tell them the log is to slow erosion, so please put it back by the bluffs.

 

 

 

They move like sea turtles up the sand,

 

 

 

footprints like turtle crawls, pushing their log-boat to its nest beyond the waves.

 

 

Here the photos stop.

Pushing a log on wet sand is not too hard.

Pushing a log a up a hill of forgiving sand

requires the force of a photographer.

Hike to the Abri Trois Murs des Cèdres

Friday, August 22nd, 2025

 

I.

Early in the morning, Akiva plays toss-the-diskβ€”

 

 

 

and Iris reads and reads as the tide recedes and recedesβ€”

 

 

 

β€”and recedes.

 

 

 

II.

Middle of the day.

Every year, we hike closer closer and closer to the Abri Trois Murs des Cèdres.

We reached it for the first time! It is not an easy hike.

It is all up and down and up and down and hot, with not enough water.

Not enough water is a problem.

There is water at the shelter if you have a filter. I did not know that. I did not bring a filter.

 

When we finally arrived at the shelter, I asked the kids to pose for the camera and look happy.

They did the best they could.

 

 

 

This is the sign that tells us how far we have to go to get back to where we came from.

 

 

 

 

III.

Evening, Martin plays toss the disk.

 

 

 

Akiva works on flamboyant catches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Iris writes & writes.

 

 

 

I can’t decide which picture I like.

 

 

 

She writesβ€”

 

 

 

She smiles!

 

 

 

She writes.

 

 

 

IV.

Before the sun sets, I force the two together into a smile.

 

 

 

No, I mean a smile.

 

 

 

I say, “Pretend you adore each other.”

 

 

 

Iris thinks that pretending to adore her younger brother is a hilarious idea.

 

 

 

Their expressions haven’t changed significantly over the past six years:
https://barefootfool.com/goofballs-lile-du-marais/

 

 

V.

& in the end, the sun does set.

Martin boils water for dishes at the campsite and washes in the little shelter,

where there is a sink to let out dirty water and a faucet to let in brownish, brackish water.

It is dark out. The lights are on. Martin & Akiva play a game of checkers before bed.

 

 

Camping @ Parc National du Fjord-du-Saguenay, Baie Sainte-Marguerite, 2025

Thursday, August 21st, 2025

I.

Akiva plays with fire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II.

Martin returns with clean dishes.

 

 

 

III.

Iris in blue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IV.

Martin in firelight.

 

 

 

V.

Family portraits without me.

 

 

 

Gentleman at Johnville Bog

Saturday, August 2nd, 2025

 

 

 

 

Swimming Hole, Massawippi River

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2025

In search of a swimming hole, we went for a bike ride on the path from the parking lot near the Eustis covered bridge. We headed toward North Hatley, then left the path at some nice looking narrow trails, where we parked our bikes in a convenient patch of poison ivy. At the bottom of the path, there was a widening in the river, deep enough to swim in.

 

 

 

A man came down from the other side to let us know that if we touched his side of the river, we were trespassing, and that we’d probably get some infection swimming in the water, perhaps some parasites or an itchy rash. He didn’t seem to appreciate the fact that people swim in waterβ€” at least not if it’s within shouting distance of his house. I couldn’t actually see his house, and I don’t believe we were shouting, but he was especially vigilant.

 

 

 

Of course the river isn’t perfectly clean. Maybe there’s a sewage processing plant in North Hatley that’s located too close to the river. Maybe farmers’ fields run off into the river. The problem is, I don’t know how to live life and NOT play outside in water.

 

 

 

If I was a child living in Nigeria and my mother forbid me to swim in the river because of the risk of perpetual illness from schistosomiasis, as mothers there do, I would swim in the river. There is no better place to play, and no better place to cool off. It is a sad state of Earth.

 

 

 

Here in the Eastern Townships of Quebec,

where the water is relatively clean and we have chlorinated swimming pools and air conditioning,

I like to play in the river.

 

 

 

We did not get a rash. We did not get parasites. We did not get sick.

The river is still a lovely place to be at the moment.

Tuesday, July 8th, 2025

I.

Iris converses with Brook.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II.

Akiva’s resemblance to me.

 

Two Kids and a Dog in a Bog

Thursday, June 12th, 2025

 

 

 

 

Johnville Bog

Saturday, May 3rd, 2025

1.

I spend a good deal of time photographing very small things.

 

 

The kids get extremely annoyed at me for being so slow.

 

 

 

2.

Martin in B&W.

 

 

 

3.

Martin in color.

 

 

 

4.

When I tell the kids I want to go to the Johnville Bog, they get dressed up nicely. Martin can’t figure out why Akiva will put on a suit and tie (or nearly so) to visit the bog, but not to go to a hockey game, but I can tell you: there is a photographer at the bog. Some of the best photography advice I read was also some of the most aesthetically-pleasing parenting advice: always dress your children as if you are going to do a photo shoot.

 

 

 

5.

Tree genetalia

OR

Detachable Penis

 

 

 

6.

Portrait with younger brother, father, and teenager.

 

 

 

 

 

Waterville Woods Lookout Above the Island

Sunday, March 9th, 2025

Akiva

 

 

 

Brook, Iris, Charlie

 

 

 

Brook, Iris, Charlie, Akiva

 

 

 

Brook

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pink Jacket

Wednesday, November 6th, 2024

Akiva puts on the pink jacket.

 

 

 

 

 

Then he puts it on again.

 

 

 

 

 

Iris isn’t in a photogenic mood, but Brook is.

Lacking photos of my daughter, I present you my daughter’s dog.