Archive for the ‘Personal’ Category
Dear dad,
I gave my dad a print of this for Father’s day. When I took this shot in Mali a couple months ago I remember thinking that I wished that he was there to see it with me.
Click here to see it larger.
A Year In Pictures - 2009
Once a friend of mine told me that when she was finished a year long internship she was advised to write down the names of the people she had met. Her list was long and when read reflected a wealth of experiences good and bad. This past year I have travelled over 4 continents. I’ve met and photographed hundreds of people. I wish I could show you all of their faces and sit and talk about what each of them taught me, how they showed me extravagant love. That not being possible here is an offering of some of my favourite photos that I’ve taken this year.
Also in honour of the coming year a spiffy new Alyssa Bistonath Photography page on Facebook! Check it out here.
Where the Sun Touches Down
This was a great day. I recruited Lisa, John and Emily for a photo shoot. The aim was to capture a shot for the Walrus’ Torontohenge contest (which incidentally I ended up winning!) Fun times friends! To see the winning shot click here.
Purple and Green
I’ve got these ideas,
About how it should be done,
A road that seems long,
From where we’re from.
We’ll follow streaks of colour,
Mapped close to chest,
Of strange lucid dreams,
That we’ll purposely forget.
I miss soon.
Can we get together soon?
I have so much to tell you, I don’t know where to start. It’s like wanting to have coffee with a good friend but not having a spare moment. Will you stay tuned? I hope so. In the mean time, this pairing of Emily and her book is one of my favourite things that I’ve shot in a while. Until soon my friends.
My Hometown, Your Hometown
A year ago at this very moment we were all in Kisumu together. It feels longer and it feels shorter. Maybe we were eating at the Indian restaurant, maybe we were walking, or at the orphanage playing with the twins, or maybe we were on our way home from the boarding school. It was a Friday, I can’t remember what we did on Fridays. I feel saddened when I wonder if we’ll ever be together like that again.
Steve posted some of my photos of Kisumu and since then I have been thinking a lot about hometowns. The ones we have left. The ones that we long for. The ones we return to. I have felt at home and a sense of belonging in so many places amongst many loved ones. Horses in Bramps, Toronto streets, that waterfront on Lake Victoria. Vague and lucid memories of hometown shuffle and pile into a wily timeline creating a strange tension of always feeling at home.
