Vital Imagery Blog

In the water we can all be dancers.  You might be a klutz on land, but surrounded by water you are light and airy,  slicing fluidly from points A to B. Well, not my husband. The man sinks like a stone. But for the most part, watching a swimmer is seeing aquatic ballet.  Like the duck, they make what's actually going on beneath the surface look effortless as heck from above. When in a lake or pool with my two daughters,  I often found myself at a standstill, caught up in seeing the effortless elegance of their style.  (Not just a biased mom here; people have commented on their beautiful strokes)  While I could admittedly be a bit of a flounder as I tired, both of them are poetry in motion with strong, sure, yet  graceful strokes. No matter how long they swim their movements are never sloppy. And it's not just nice to watch. It's plenty good for you too. Swimming is what you need it to be — as fast or slow as you like, a warm up or cool down before or after vigorous exe

Way back in my young mother days, when my house was filled with a bunch of kids,  I loved summer. I was ecstatic to have my children around to share my days.  I never felt they were underfoot. I liked the sound of slamming doors and running feet, of hoots and hollers. There was one thing though that would have made that time better — a backyard pool. My husband's argument against one was that we had one down the street. However,  while the two youngsters we had at that point would have been content, I was never much for public swimming. Instead, we bought a vacation spot and enjoyed many summer afternoons at the beach.  Halcyon times, indeed. The older two spent countless hours in the water; the younger two drew me out with the fishes to cool off after building their version of majestic castles in the sand.  When you live in a climate where winter attaches itself to much of fall and prevails well into spring,  you embrace summer with enthusiasm.  Yet, the heat at times can

In my previous life as editor of a community newspaper I got around. A lot.  Contrary to working on a daily, where journalists are separate from photographers and vice versa, where the guy working on the business section is never asked to review a theatre production, our editorial staff went to it all. From farm and council meetings, to tragedies and happy endings I covered a plethora of activities. Some of the trickiest were sporting events, where the action is fast and the play not always as anticipated. Hockey, baseball and soccer could garner  terrific shots. Yet, there were other sports, which, though no less thrilling, didn't exactly look it in still life. When a swim team formed in our community, we found ourselves with one more summer game on which to focus our photographic skills. It didn't take long to discover that success could be elusive and many an average photo of a swimmer slicing through the water found its way onto the sports pages. How it could have

There's nothing more exhilarating in the summer than that first dip in the pool or lake. The initial chill, the total quiet of immersion, being at one with the water are enlivening. There is the feeling of buoyancy and gracefulness, a sense that you are washing away the troubles and cares of the world.  You are light and carefree. I used to love to watch my daughter swim. While she was a mediocre athlete on land, neither an embarrassment nor skilled, she moved through the water with elegant, yet strong strokes.  She could go the distance, tread forever and tolerate the most unfavourable conditions.  The image of her swimming across a lake on a chilly late spring morning, or gliding across the pool on a lazy hot summer day was truly poetry in motion. As today is Tutorial Tuesday, and as I have those memories of her in mind at present, I thought I'd do a little searching to see what kind of image editing projects I could find surrounding the theme of swimming. Here are th

There's an interesting fluke that occurred in our family.  My husband and I have two sons and two daughters.  When it comes to taking a dip in lake or pool, the men have little or not interest, while the women would never miss the opportunity to dive in.   Our girls were both lifeguards during their teens and one, I think, might have been a mermaid in a previous mystical life.  She will swim anywhere, any time.  Sixty-three degrees in early spring waters won't deter her.  The chance of encountering a water snake in a murky northern river is no more a deal breaker than the chlorine in a pool. Her strokes are a thing of beauty and she can keep pace with the best of them. Including her husband who fortunately shares her love of the water. Needless to say, their two babies have been thrown in to the deep end early. Photos of their recent trip to the picture perfect French River showed a smiling family up to their ears in water.  'Tis the season for swimming, whether i