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wedding ring

A ring worn by a married person, given by the spouse at their wedding
The Wedding Ring (L’Alliance) is a 1971 French mystery film directed by Christian de Chalonge and starring Anna Karina.
a ring (usually plain gold) given to the bride (and sometimes one is also given to the groom) at the wedding
A wedding ring or wedding band is a metal ring indicating the wearer is married. Depending on the local culture, it is worn on the base of the right or the left ring finger. The custom of wearing such a ring has spread widely beyond its origin in Europe.

settings

(setting) context: the set of facts or circumstances that surround a situation or event; “the historical context”
The place or type of surroundings where something is positioned or where an event takes place
The place and time at which a play, novel, or film is represented as happening
(setting) the context and environment in which something is set; “the perfect setting for a ghost story”
(setting) mise en scene: arrangement of scenery and properties to represent the place where a play or movie is enacted
A piece of metal in which a precious stone or gem is fixed to form a piece of jewelry

TRAIN OF THOUGHT

Nameless faces, carefully choreographed body language and polite glances are the order of the day as the post rush hour sky train glides effortlessly towards down town Calgary, and the carriage breathes a welcomed sigh of relief as the weight of the crush subsides in favour of leg room and elbow space for all.

Below us, the hustle and bustle of Macleod trail South East at the intersection of 7th avenue south west, heading away from Bow river, Dragon city Mall on 4th Avenue SE, towards the Tower and Glenbow museum. The city air permeates the carriage as the tiny top windows are pulled down by my outstretched fingers, on a warm but breezy morning that sees we four intrepid travellers venturing into the big city with open eyes and minds. For some it is a homecoming of sorts, after many years to a former homeland where children were raised and memories rest and lay in the intricacies of the myriad of avenues and back roads. For me, it is a first time venture to uncharted territory where hopes and aspirations of viewing the cowboy apparel and Stetson wearing folk of this magical place soon lay dashed upon the rocks of reality. The stampede is not for another few months, when the city awakens from it’s business headed slumber and emerges from it’s cocoon like an Atlas Moth, destined for but a short time, promising so much, offering us a spectacle before once more, it is no more than dust in the wind and memories rich and bountiful.

My brother in law talks, that soft, slow Canadian drawl, so pleasing on the ears with it’s gentle tone and astute observational prowess as the only clue to the others as to his flowing words are the way that my shoulders drop and rise like a jacked up pimp car on hydrolastic struts at the traffic lights, as I giggle like a schoolboy to his asides. Head on stalk, I’m looking this way and that, through graffiti etched glass windows which could do with a brief meeting with a bucket of soapy water, my eyes scanning the scenery, my brain computing the information received. My Nikon sits idol in my clammy hands, the wide angle lens in place, itching to grab a shot that is staring back at me, begging for the shutter to click.

The Chinese guy, second generation, pristine high end pumps and immaculate facial sculpting that could only have been handled in one of those la-de-da salons who rid you of your bodily hair with strips of acutely painful sticky tape and sadistic grins as they fleece you of your weeks pay for the privilege. Bose headphones with ear cups large enough to house a family of field mice, draped around his neck and the chords to Lady Ga Ga pouring out into the airwaves with the chic swagger of the million dollar packaged diva herself. By contrast, the guy by the door to the left is old school neat and tidy with Wall mart jeans and not a designer tag in sight. His eyes are dull and sullied by the daily commuter run into town to begin his 10am shift start, his desires knocked right out of him by the ruthlessness of business in the big city, and the big boys who pull his strings and control his every move. Just across the way the pretty lady, late forties, wedding ring freshly removed, leaving a partially healing indentation of differing hue to her natural skin tone. Staring out of the window, she is a million miles away from here in this carriage right now.

I flick the power switch and casually check the settings on my camera, my mind showing me the shot that I’m after, capturing the detail in the metalwork that hangs like jewellery from the carriage ceiling, hinting at the personalities of these three travelling companions without the clarity and detail that would change the perspective of the shot. I raise the camera, 10 mm, as wide as I can go, compose and click! Mr Designer cool allows me the courtesy of a brief sideways glance, pondering why the tourist with the annoying English accent and the fancy camera would want a shot of the glass partitian, before replacing the earphones and immersing himself once more in the beautiful bass rhythm and melodic force of his music. I switch the camera off and giggle once more as my brother in law cracks another one liner about the photographer who has a penchant for shots of handrails.

The train comes to a gentle halt with brakes that bind and squeal like a fox when it’s mating. Destination reached, as the doors open and we disembark for the start of another adventure.

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Written May 14th 2010

Photograph taken on the Calgary skytrain on April 14th 2010, above Macleod trail SE.

Nikon D90 10mm 1/60s f/4.0 iso262

Tamron 10-24mm f/3.5-4.5 Di II VC. UV filter.

Wedding photos!

At long last, I’ve finally developed the film with what little we have for wedding pictures. Most of these were taken by King, our nephew, who, unfortunately happened to be the only steady hand around. However, this was also the first time he’d ever picked up a camera. Yeah…. I’m actually surprised with how well some of these turned out! I basically just set the exposure settings on what seemed reasonable, and showed him how to focus and zoom and let him have at it. This photo was taken by David. I had the pictures all in order, but they didn’t upload in the order I wanted them

So… this is the bride… me!