328 … David Finlay and Dusan Nedelko

328 Image-Content-Blog of the Day 2019/01/17 of-by patrick wey https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day
David Finlay and Dusan Nedelko……Two funny curly haired guys at a party by the looks of it. We had a lot of good times thru bad times and some of the memories have been slightly dampened by the substance abuse. Over all we were moderately doing our youth justice by being ourselves and walking our own paths. Dave was a video guy with tons of ideas forprojects and Dusan ended up teaching kids in remote camps in northern Ontario. Me myself, well i’m writing this am i not. I think this is the kitchen of a house i owned with George Demelo. We ran an Information Brokerage Co at the time called Parallel Source which had the promise of doing really great things but it didn’t. Dusan had a fatal accident on the way home one miserable northern highway night. David is around, George is too, KW area. Of course there is so much more that could be written and maybe someday if i ever find the time i will. All these images bring up so many thoughts and i really do wish i had the time to twist some words into something; create an image-book novel, a picture book with text of all sorts, serious, poetic, loose words, detailed, maybe an image play or two.
Image circa late 80’s i believe.

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130 Image-Content of the Day 2018/07/03

130 Image-Content of the Day 2018/07/03 of-by https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day
David Finlay was a very close friend for a short period of time and as time does, it twists things this way and that. We shared many intense moments down at the Station concurring about the secret societies that govern so much around us behind the scenes right there in front of us. I hear about Dave occasionally off echoes of corridors swinging around from the people and mediums i encounter. As with life in the past, there are always things you wish you had said that you didn’t, expressions to show just how much those moments meant, feelings that transform into shadows, hide in the dust, but they’re there and with a simple flick of the wrist they can reappear but all too often there is nothing but an empty hall way and aging photographs hanging between the doorways to anew. I loved you man, bring on the roads restless and still and let the winds blow. circa late 80’s

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