I couldn't get enough of this song if I wanted to.

Note Patty's paw. We also call her Binky

My mom rescued this beautiful cat last year. Patty Hurts was the only female alley cat in the neighbourhood that survived the winter or in her case two. A few people decided to catch her and get her fixed and when it came time to take care of her during the recovery process my moms got her. She is so cute and these photos kind of suck but I just felt the need to put them in here. 

Also. My aunt Chris (Doodah) is back from China. The three of us went to Simons in Montreal in search of GinchGonch but instead we found this extremely ugly and over priced hat. Would you believe me if I told you that the price tag said upwards of 600$. Im serious.

My Doodah is in the red version of the over priced ugly hat and my mom is in the Purple over priced ugly hat.

As you can see they are both very silly. < 3

I call my aunt Doodah because both my aunt and my dad are Chris. When I was a baby I called my dad Dadu and my aunt Doodah. I don't actually know if this is the reason why but I have been told something to this effect and I liked how it sounded so I'm sticking to that story. 

I did a shoot last night with Pat Suley, 26. He plays baseball back home.

I'm a little bummed that I shot this at 1600 accidentally but I'm still really happy with the results.

Earlier today I noticed my friends facebook status change to "Train Derailed!"

Twenty minutes later I was trail blazing through the woods so I could get a good shot.

I believe I got a few great shots.

I did a shoot with my friend Dylan today. Dylan is one of the subjects in my Social Issue assignment. These two shots wont be in the final edit of this project.

A few shots of one of my best friends Animal.

And a Charlie cameo of course.

I think it's time for me to introduce you to Charlie my cat.

His other nicknames include: Squishm Squism little man, Nubz (he has no tail), mr buisquit, Ging, Evil kitty and many many more.

At the start of the year we were asked in editing class to choose the most important photo of the summer.

This summer was filled with a lot of very important moments for me but I think that this photograph really says it all.

The Honey Trap.

Members of the Nectar Village theme camp climb the Honey Trap on Friday before the Man burns. Animus a New York City based art collective designed the Honey Trap to replicate mathematical proportions found everywhere in the architecture of nature.

They were trying to highlight the relationship between Architecture and Nature as well as compare different versions of Metropolis in cities and the different versions of metropolis in nature. – Photo by Niamh Malcolm

This photograph actually brings up some bittersweet emotions when I look at it. Burningman in and of itself was the most inspiring event I have been a part of in years. I have already had about ten different documentary ideas sprout from this event and because I am very passionate about them I am excited and cant wait to get started.

This particular photograph was on the Friday night about three hours before ‘the Man’ burned during a succession of sandstorms. The people who are standing and sitting atop ‘The Honey Comb’ here were pounding on the structure while singing and behind me people were dancing and there was even someone playing a trumpet that I recall shooting fire. The theme at Burningman this year was Metropolis and this structure was built to highlight the relationships between Human Metropolis and Metropolis structures in nature as well as the relationships between Architecture and Nature.

On a personal note before and after taking this photograph I was talking to one of my new friends about the things we had decided to release while the Temple burned the next day. I don’t want to go into the things that I wrote down but we spent quite some time picking apart everything in our lives and each wrote several page letters. Some of the most painful words I’ve ever had to write and many strangers will have read it. I felt exposed and this photograph just immediately reminds me of that feeling. The Temple is a place that you write anything you want to write and it’s a place of peace and love. I say that as if the entire event doesn’t have those values exuding from every person when it does, but the Temple takes this all to another level.

F.L.A.P stands for Fatal Light Awareness Program and is an organization in Toronto, On that is dedicated to making the city a safer place for wildlife. While focused on birds they are also determined to make the city safer for other animals as well.
I met up with one of the volunteers at five am last fall to do one of the tours around the downtown core looking for any injured or dead birds. After carefully catching the injured birds they put them into brown paper bags and wait for them to calm down. If their injuries are extreme they bring them to the Toronto Wildlife Centre but if they were just stunned F.L.A.P will take them to the outskirts of the city to realease them.











































1) A single hummingbird with a tag around its ankle lays dead in the hand
of one of the volunteers.
2) The FLAP office is in the basement of one of the least bird safe office towers in downtown Toronto.
3) A display box used by FLAP volunteers to explain the range of migratory birds that are effected by the unsafe conditions the downtown core to school children.
4) A FLAP volunteer cradling a pigeon that has just struck a window in the downtown core.

Since starting F.L.A.P Cities like Chicago, Seattle and NYC formed groups to protect Migratory birds.

this is how I feel.

Having some fun with lights and filters. I was trying to make him look like a murder. I wish that at the time I had access to red filters instead of just the blue.

I had an assignment for school called Sense of Belonging.

I went and spent a few days with the bicycle couriers of Toronto. Initially, I thought I was going to just take photographs of them at an intersection where they had a collision, but since finishing the first carnation of this project, I have decided to get back in touch with these guys and get portraits in a studio of their scars.

TORONTO, On (03/10/10) - Greg Breau, 58, Pape and Langley. “The freedom from an ‘inside’ job. We are completely unsupervised. A ‘performance review’ in our occupation doesn't exist because we are judged solely by our performance everyday. Another huge bonus is quite simply all the things I have seen over the years that I otherwise wouldn't have had I not been out roaming the streets and avenues daily” - Photo by Niamh Malcolm

Dewey

TORONTO, On (26/09/10) - Dropsi, 39, Adelaide and Sheppard. “I can stop at the drop of a dime. Im a musician so I need that. I don't have to worry about getting someone to cover my shift because theres a hundred cats out there who will jump at the work” - Photo by Niamh Malcolm

Johnathan St. Rose

TORONTO, On (26/09/10) - Robert Melnik, 41, Grand Opera LA and Adelaide. “Never are two days the same as well as the sense of belonging on friday when I’m headed home and I realize I’ve clocked 500 km in a week” - Photo by Niamh Malcolm

Christopher Malcolm.

Author of Europa in the Wilderness.

Also my father.