i spy… 2022

A large patch of bright yellow black-eyed Susans grow in the center of a photo of a large garden next to pavement. The photo's light is distorted, painting the upper left corner in streaks of the flowers' yellow.

Ada Dragomir

I spy with my little lens...a dragon laughing at our sheepishness.

Caught in the camera's flash against a black night background, three sets of flowers, pink roses and tulips, just barely stand tall enough to be in frame. The foremost roses are three on a single leafy stem, the largest most open rose is the palest of all the flowers.

Ana M Tonso Alonso

I spy with my little lens...stray twig wondering where the fog went.

The curved trunk of a large willow tree cut into sections lying in the grass of a park. Branches of willow leaves fall over and are piled against the trunk.

Angie Rico

I spy with my little lens...the time signature of knives.

Five senior Chinese women in white and pink tai chi uniform hold their large red half-circle fans in front of their torsos as they hold an arm to the side mid tai chi form.

Alger Ji-Liang

I spy with my little lens...grandmothers forgetting what sorrow is.

Four chickens in a yard stand in a row in grass and leafy brush. The nearest chicken is a silver and black checked rooster, so close he is out of focus. He faces to the right while looking at the camera. The rooster and hens behind him all face left and are white and golden brown in contrast to the nearest rooster and the darkly shaded brush behind them.

Atheana Picha

I spy with my little lens...that feathered-friend fury.

Out of focus close-up of a person's eye with a many-petaled pink flower held up to the person's cheek hiding the rest of their face. In the camera's flash, their skin is pale, their pupil large, and their hair tucked back a copper color.

Celina de Leon

I spy with my little lens...a dare (i ask (i ask)).

The front face of a beige stucco-sided building with a white-framed door and window, a roof peak on both of their frames, and a small porch light over the numbers 1 7 1 on the door's frame. The window reflects a large apartment building with many windows and a short building with a yellow sign and red text reading "Daisy Mart" beneath a blue sky.

Chloe Hardmon

I spy with my little lens...a city’s ellipsis.

A white paper lays on dirt ground amongst weeds and pine cones. Written in a black marker in capital letters, the page reads, "Dear Dahlia, This end of season has felt lonely. Are these growing pains? Love, Dahlia."

Dani Neira

I spy with my little lens...a dialogue of dahlias.

A person drinking from a large sparkling juice bottle, their closed eyes showing peachy pink eyeshadow that matches their dress and the label on the bottle. They have shoulder-length black curly hair and a black purse under one arm, blending into the dark night behind them.

DANI YOUR DARLING

I spy with my little lens...where you become violin.

A horizon of tall mountains beneath a pale sky, wide blue water of the ocean at their base. Out on the water is a small, wooded island and a ferry crossing the water. The photo shows salt water damage to the film, with large blotches of chromatic abberations along its top and bottom.

Dax Heaven

I spy with my little lens...a place that forgives you.

The front of a tall black cargo van sits in the shade, parked next to a tree on a sunny day. The black van is spotted with dozens of white bird droppings.

Hannah Dubois

I spy with my little lens...determination of ducklings.

Jake Kimble

I spy with my little lens...your cousin’s cackles.

At the centre of a large, concrete surface a single, small dandelion plant grows. The plant's three yellow flowers and bright green leaves are a pop of colour in the otherwise grey photo.

Julia Chang

I spy with my little lens...the reckoning of concrete.

In front of a yellow stucco wall, a pot of roses grow towards the light. From a high sun, shadow draws a diagonal line across the wall. Stuck to the wall in the shade are three magazine cutouts of mouths, one black and white with a wide smile, the other two dips in different shades of red lipstick.

Kaila Bhullar

I spy with my little lens...scattering mouths.

The silhouette of a person's head and shoulders in a soft warm hazy light pouring through a large window with vertical blinds.

Karl Hipol

I spy with my little lens...when invisibility held you.

A photo taken low to the ground of a hallway. The floor, vinyl moulding, and walls are nearly the same off-white, blending them together. Along the wall that stops mid-frame with a sharp turn in the hall, a single eletrical outlet also blends into the wall.

Kara Ditte Hansen

I spy with my little lens...absentminded marbles.

The windows of a business set into a niche of the building with rails for a gradual ramp. Sunlight through the windows light up blocks of a yellow wall behind low cabinets or shelves in front of the windows. Spread across the low surface is a line of flowers in small spherical vases and larger jars of water.

kathy feng

I spy with my little lens...a perfect jar of memories.

Two people with their heads out of frame, one in a sleevless red dress, the other in a dark suit, stand next to each other holding hands. Between them on the white tile floor, large fronds of a palm plant spread between and in front of them.

Louie Villanueva

I spy with my little lens...languish lessons.

A Black person looking to the side, wearing brown sunglasses that glint in the camera's flash. They have dark skin, a nostril and ear piercing, and wear a black hoodie under a black jacket. Behind them the branches of leafy trees are backed by a clear blue sky.

Marv Houngbo

I spy with my little lens...fire that refuses you entry.

The view of ocean and a low sun from the passenger's seat of a car as it crosses a bridge. Just above the rail of the bridge, the sun is a small orange orb, casting a line of orange on the water below. The sky and distant mountains of shoreline are in a soft, cloudy haze.

M.V. Williams

I spy with my little lens...waiting for the sky.

Five bright orange shipping container cranes against a mountain horizon and blue sky seen from the sidewalk of a raised road that curves away to the left. The rail and streetlamps of the road are a bright blue, the post of the nearest streetlamp is centre-frame.

Pari

I spy with my little lens...the secret meeting of roots.

Two people standing in a room facing each other, their heads out of frame, in the space between them a person sits and smiles at the camera. The standing people hold a can and a wine glass. Above the head of the sitting person is a framed Tove Jansson print on a white wall.

Melanie Evelyn

I spy with my little lens...strawberries gushing riddles.

Puzzle pieces around the drain of a white bathtub with silver fixtures. A single upsidedown puzzle piece sits on the tap of the tub. The transparent shower curtains hang on either side of the fixtures.

Samantha Walters

I spy with my little lens...our abandoned cauldron.

A person turned away from the camera, holding a cone of thread to their face, a web of white thread wrapped is around their head over short black hair. They stand outside, by a bush of half dead leaves and an off-white plaster wall. They wear a dark, long sleeve, corduroy shirt.

Sarah Madgin

I spy with my little lens...the wing print of moths.

A barge floating on dark, choppy water reflecting the pale sky of a setting sun. The low, flat barge has two tall poles reaching into the sky alongside a much taller crane arm that long cables hang from.

Sara Wylie

I spy with my little lens...the vandalism of cranes.

The hands of two people hold a photo up for the camera. In the black and white photo, two people stand in the back of a car waving to people lining the sidewalk and canopy of a city building.

Sarah Wong

I spy with my little lens...father’s spiderweb hands.

An out of focus photo of round container lids with sprigs and leaves of plants. In the reflection of water in one of the lids, the label of a bottle out of frame is in focus.

Snack Witch aka Joni Cheung

I spy with my little lens...a third helping of rice.

A ceiling of panels reflecting brick ground. The ground is patterned with lines and blocks of light and dark bricks. In the top corner, a person walks across the brick ground, their reflection split into three panels.

Timothy Fernandes

I spy with my little lens...the truth(truth(truth)(.

Past a wood log fence and flat dry grass with short pine trees, a tall mountain of pale grey rock sits mostly shaded from the sun. The mountain is composed of sweeping lines of strata near vertical. In front of the wooden fence is a flag pole flying the Canadian flag.

Soloman Chiniquay

I spy with my little lens...the impossibility of repair.

Tinted blue by the sky reflected in the car's windshield, a Black person sitting in the driver's seat of a car grips the driving wheel, mouth screaming and eyes closed. They hold a cigarette between their fingers on the wheel and their face is framed by long, thin braids that fall over their beige coat.

Zuleyma Prado

I spy with my little lens...your voice a pencil sharpener.