Sometimes I wonder what I would say if I ever were to write a letter to photography. You know…a letter expressing my gratitude and emotion towards the art form that changed my life. I know that I would thank it for all of the amazing opportunities that it has brought me. I would thank it...
My husband and I have this plant that sits in our family room next to the reading chair that we bought when we moved into our new house. We’ve had it since before we were married. It started out very small and sat in the kitchen window of our apartment. That was a little over...
This one year, back when I was in high school, I spent a part of my Christmas holidays in Vancouver visiting some friends. I was due to come home a few days before the new year. My dad, who had been in the U.S. while I was in Vancouver, was going to meet me at...
Even though it was nearly six years ago…I still remember it so vividly; it was close to 11pm…we had just cut our amazing wedding cake and the party was going strong in the old heritage home that was hosting our one hundred guests. It had been a perfect day. A truly perfect day. By this...
We met over coffee for the first time. The three of us sat at a tiny, little bistro table while the world bustled around us. And right there, under the dim light of a purple glass hanging lamp over head…I met Jessica and Pierre for the first time. We talked about books, movies, our favourite...
