Griffon Studio Arthouse
17 Chamberlain St B4H 1J9 Amherst, NS, Canada

Visited an old friend today... she's a tough old girl...

It's been very quiet around the studio lately... so many projects have pushed my photography to the back burner. Rest assured though, more adventures and abandoned pix are coming your way. here's a small teaser of what's to come...

I love a great photo, but sometimes a photo shot in black and white will tug on your feelings so much, you find yourself melting into the story perceived by your eyes and heart. Part of an on going series. Enjoy.

So many homes lose their battle to the elements... just as people left to live out their days alone with no one to look after them, these homes simply give up... letting nature take back the space it once occupied...

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere. Carl Sagan

Griffon Studio wants to welcome all the new members to the site. Enjoy the pictures everyone

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere. Carl Sagan Additional photos by my talented daughter Ashley Fox

"Our stars are not where we last admired them. Our homes crumble and we don't know which place to long for" Ann Druyan

Griffon Studio Arthouse wants to thank East Coast Home Design and Harrison's Home Hardware Building Center Amherst NS for the opportunity to work with such an incredible team and allowing us to showcase all your beautiful home builds in Cumberland County,

Across from the Piciday House, in a remote section of the woods stood this little cottage...

A slightly disturbing walkthrough of a not too old abandoned home... while shooting stills, I would constantly hear tapping and banging from the upstairs. I could hear this outside. As I ventured into the house, it became apparent that I was not alone. Climbing the stairs, I heard it again which made me jump and almost drop my camera. As I turned to look down the hallway, to my suprise, I seen a red headed wood pecker trying to smash his way out through the window. I decided he was not going to die in there today and I grabbed an old blanket from the floor and wrapped him up in it to take him to a near by open window. As I opened the blanket, he climbed on to my finger and let out a whistle. He looked at me and then flew out to freedom. It was a good day...

Mine the long night The secret place Where lovers meet In long embrace In purple dark... In silvered kiss Forget the world And grasp your bliss See more

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed. A.S. Byatt, Possession