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Montreal Workshops | P2 — laROQUE | photographer.photographe I want to apologize for my rather slow response time when it comes to comments and/or email replies. Truth is it’s a very busy summer, with unforeseen projects piling up on top of others. I’m looking at the calendar and realizing this is shaping up to be the summer-that-never-was . August may ch...

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Staring crystals down until blinded — laROQUE | photographer.photographe I'm writing this morning without much to write about. Well, not without breaking my promise to you and to myself—I could spew thousand of words on absurdity and incompetence alone. But setting that aside, I feel somewhat stuck in this annoying, sullen neutrality these days, like a season refusing ...

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Emerging — laROQUE | photographer.photographe Notes on a dis reconnection…

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These viscous realms aquatic — laROQUE | photographer.photographe Filed under Essay . dive dive in seahorse realms in foamy substrate lungs gasp on swallowed algae fill w blue-green ink & black fire.

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Easter26 — laROQUE | photographer.photographe I awoke with the wind to thunderclaps and a stubborn night. To Easter wrapped in November dress gray limbs outstretched without a hint of green or yellow, or blue. Egg hunts long behind us. Everyone here.

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Ordained for Easter — laROQUE | photographer.photographe Quick post to let you know I've added another brick in the Karmic Editions wall: Ordained—One Man's Hope is now available for download. 

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At Winter’s End — laROQUE | photographer.photographe “This is crow light. Light that gleams on glossy black feathers and makes of the crow a breathing shadow, a living, winging, crow-talking god.” - Margaret Renkl

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Like Diamonds — laROQUE | photographer.photographe Winter eludes me. Photographically, I mean. Always has. Inevitably, in the depths of it, I see jet black lines against chalk; I see dark limbs, stretching naked and emaciated against aluminum skies. The season's subtle beauty, however, never enters my frame. There are too many parts interconnected,

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Too soon—and yet perfect. — laROQUE | photographer.photographe For months now I've been going through the motions. Oh sure, I still shoot...but it hasn't felt exactly right. Not the way it used to. These downturns happen of course, but every time they do—usually during a period of soul-searching and re-examination—that awful lingering question comes up: wha...

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Notes on a disconnection — laROQUE | photographer.photographe I woke up on day one and knew nothing of the world. Nothing but the morning sun and coffee, a record spinning at low volume in the background, pen and paper on the side table for ruminations and sparks. When Cynthia got up she browsed a news website and I asked, half-smiling, mostly sarcastic, if I'

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Notes for a break — laROQUE | photographer.photographe It's a strange thing, identity . So much of it gets wrapped into habits that become our way of "being" in the world that we soon forget who else we could be. Or were. The kids will be home this weekend; Anaïs is staying the week; Cynthia's off, too. I’ll be treating the break as a retre