Like all cats, cougars are curious. They’re attracted to movements, noises and objects they haven’t seen before. But a curious cougar can quickly become a dangerous one if something triggers its chase and kill instinct.
The most common triggers are quick, erratic actions such as jogging or children playing, high-pitched, prey-like sounds or an animal or person appearing vulnerable because they are alone, seem injured or are small, which includes crouching or squatting.
The young adult cougar shown here was photographed staring in a Manitou Springs, Colorado home. At one point the cat stood up and put its paws on the window and the owners worried the glass would break.
Luckily, the cougar decided it had seen enough and sauntered away. And tracks in the snow revealed that it wasn’t travelling alone. The size of the paw prints indicated it was accompanied by its mother and a sibling.
If a picture’s worth a thousand words, 111 West Coast Literary Portraits is invaluable. Fifteen years in the making, it contains more than 100 photographs of B.C. authors, as well as extracts from their work or personal notes written specifically for the book.
The book is an important documentary of B.C. literature. It includes emerging, famous, as well as infamous authors and speaks to the diversity of literature, culture and the unique voice of Canada’s most western province. A work of art in its own right, the 8 x 10 heavy stock, glossy paper gives a depth and luminosity to each portrait. And the use of black and white film provides a classic, timeless quality to the images.
When Barry began photographing writers he didn’t realize he was starting a book project. He and his wife at the time, Blaise Enright, were new to the West Coast and wanted a project they could work on together while exploring their new environment. By a quirk of fate, authors became the focal point. But it wasn’t always easy.
R.W. Gray wanted to be photographed partially submerged in water. Rick and I wanted to include our dog but Bailey thought posing meant running around in circles. Stephen Reid wanted to wear a cop costume and have a gun and some money on the table in front of him. Little did Barry and Blaise know that Reid’s props would later be used in a real life drama.
But perhaps the most difficult photo shoot was of poet Al Purdy. The initial images didn’t turn out well. Soon after Purdy received the proofs Barry answered the phone to find someone screaming at him. Purdy, a character with an occasional crusty edge, demanded the photos be retaken the next day or he’d black list the photographers with every writer in B.C.
It was a scramble for Barry and Blaise to get to Victoria from Vancouver on time but they made it. Along the way, Blaise bought an assortment of squeaky toys hoping to lighten up the situation. After the shoot, Purdy said he hadn’t known whether to smile or be offended. The photo on page 158 tells it all.
As the collection of photographs grew, it was titled Lit Happens and exhibited in a variety of venues to promote literacy in B.C. A couple of years ago, Mona Fertig of Mother Tongue Publishing approached Barry about turning the photographs and accompanying text by authors into a book.
This fall, Barry has exhibited prints from the book, attended signings and participated on panels of photographers throughout the Lower Mainland, Vancouver Island and Gulf Islands.
Barry’s always been passionate about black and white film. “It helps the viewer focus on the subject,” he explains. “There’s no confusing palette of colours and it seems to really highlight the subject. Also, film photographs have a depth to them that digital can’t duplicate.” As well as taking the photographs, Barry developed all the film, matted and framed the prints and even made the cardboard boxes to transport them in.
Through 2009 and 2010, Barry and I collaborated on a photo-journalism project called On the Edge, Putting a Face on Homelessness. Time and time again, I witnessed Barry’s easy-going manner help nervous folks relax, watched him guide people into natural-looking poses and admired the meticulous detail that went into the printing of film and framing of photo and text.
A couple of years ago I worked on a photo-documentary project with photographer Barry Peterson. We interviewed and photographed people who were homeless, had been homeless or were in danger of becoming homeless.
The stories were moving in a way I never expected. I learned that no matter where or how a person lived, they still had hopes and dreams, just like I do. They experienced joy, sadness, fear. They did whatever was necessary to survive.
Every October I post one of the stories and photos from that project on my blog. I do this to honour the people I met, to recognize their strength in the face of adversity and their ability to find humour in the bleakest of moments.
Below is Jessica’s story. I got an email from her last year. She’d had her operation, was doing some volunteer work and was dating. There were still challenges in her life but she was happy.
Jessica, age 45
Jessica had it all: a spouse, a car, a job and a house in Europe. But every time her life seemed perfect, it fell apart. At 28, divorced and unemployed, a friend stuck a needle in her arm to make her feel better. That was the beginning of a 12-year cycle of drug addiction, rehab, building a life and then disappearing into the streets and drugs again.
As a homeless person Jessica has been beaten unconscious and urinated on in Victoria, witnessed murders in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside and gotten food poisoning from dumpster diving. She’s been pronounced DOA three times and, while living in a Courtenay tent city, bulldozers flattened her tent and belongings. “When you’re homeless people look at you like you’re not worthy of breathing the same air,” she says. “But I’ve met lots of intelligent, articulate people on the street. Heroin and cocaine don’t discriminate.”
Two years ago Jessica realized the only way to beat her drug addiction was to deal with the fact that she was a female stuck in a man’s body. She’d grown up in Ontario and Victoria and was a jock in high school. But when she was 17 her mother discovered her hidden girl clothes. After that traumatic scene, Jessica did everything she could to hide her sexuality. But 25 years later she knew she had two choices: live her life as a woman or commit suicide. A street nurse helped her obtain hormone therapy and Jessica moved to Courtenay to make a clean start. She currently lives in a small basement room, is drug-free and eagerly awaiting her vaginoplasty. Once her transition is complete she wants to become an esthetician.
Jessica’s grateful to be off the street but life’s a struggle. After rent, there’s less than $100 for groceries and with “38D boobs and a voice like Joe Cocker,” she’s often faced with cruel and even violent behaviour when out in public. “It’s sad that people fear and ridicule transgendered people,” she says. “It’s something that happens at birth, not a matter of choice. I’m happy now; I wish people could accept that.”
Readers of my novels often shake their heads when they finally meet me and say, “Where do you get your crazy ideas?”
I usually brush them off with jokes about my over-active imagination, and about how ideas come easily when I’m lost in thought (something that happens more and more these days) in the shower or in the pasture with my horses, though of course never while house cleaning.
These responses are diversions from a darker truth.
I am inspired by mistakes, misdeeds and transgressions.
Sometimes the mistakes are my own. I seem to feel that I can redeem myself by disguising my own ridiculous behaviour in the deeds of a character. For example, in a piece about the perils of self-delusion, I fictionalized an interaction I had with a neighbour. His lovely garden was being decimated by deer so he installed an ultra-sonic deer repeller.
Unfortunately I could hear it. I was reluctant to complain, but found I could not ignore the noise and after a few days tromped next-door for a chat. Perhaps he could turn it down? He thought he might try, or he would just return it to the store.
Two nights later I was again at my bedroom window, steamingly indignant because I could still hear that awful high-pitched noise. I really didn’t want to complain again, but that night I needed earplugs to sleep, and how fair was that?
The source of creativity — and all the twisted turns it takes — will forever remain a mystery. Photo by Susan Ketchen
So the next day I returned to my neighbour. I wasn’t sure what to say. What if he didn’t believe me? Or thought I was being a pest? I muttered something nonsensical to him. And he told me he’d returned the unit two days before, generously adding that I must have been kept awake by something else.
This dark event has so inspired my creativity that not only did I devote several chapters of my novel to the puzzle of self-delusion, but I am still writing about it here. I fear I may never sort it out.
I have also used the transgressions of others to inspire my writing. And it seems that my memory is very long when someone wrongs me. From grade one through three, I was socially secure at school. In fourth grade two new girls arrived. They were exotic because they were twins. They had lovely clothes, were smart and socially gregarious, and one of them pushed me down in fun on the playfield and hurt my back! I also toppled from the social scene. I felt as though I’d become invisible overnight.
Several decades passed before my wounded pride was repaired by creating Amber and Topaz in my novel Born That Way.I made the twins into a couple of stuck-up little girls who bullied my protagonist, Sylvia, but never really got her down. Through Sylvia I experienced success managing a more difficult situation than I had faced originally. Apparently it’s never too late to grow up.
For my next project I am considering writing about how we rationalize our treatment and training of animals. Controversy is everywhere: there are trainers and whisperers and behavior modifiers all over the place, and mostly they disagree with each other. Plus they all have loyal followings, and people get quite heated when it comes to defending their pets: advising someone that their dog needs better training is never met with gratitude. Bad behavior abounds. Indeed, there are mistakes, misdeeds and transgressions everywhere. It is a goldmine of creative inspiration.
All I need is a decent pseudonym.
Susan Ketchen is the author of the novels Born That Way (2009), Made That Way (2010) and Grows That Way (2012), all published by Oolichan Books. Find out more about Susan on her website www.susanketchen.ca
