Briefly breaking my long (and satisfying) hiatus from Instagram to wish my Canadian friends a happy Thanksgiving weekend. I hope you can take some time to regroup and reflect on what means the most to you, and find ways to meaningfully celebrate and honour those things daily, even beyond this day. Our families are far away so J & I will be spending our time reconnecting and relaxing after many busy weeks and weekends in a row, enjoying a quiet, homemade and fulfilling Thanksgiving meal on Monday night with just the two of us. Enjoy the weekend and bask in the last warm days before winter and the busy holiday season fully hits us ✨
It is when I am capturing ordinary, honest and natural moments that I am brought alive by photography. Since I was 15, it is this feeling that has kept this spark strong and kept me searching for more of the same. There’s something I feel before I know I’m about to capture something and capture it well. It’s unexplainable, but it fills my cup every time. Time and time again, I use this feeling as a compass to aim true to what I want from my art: creating honest, wholehearted imagery. That is how I measure how well I am doing in this art form. That is a feeling only I can hold in my heart for myself, rather than measuring it from what is quantifiable by others. This series of images is what photography, for me, is about: immortalising precious moments with the ones you love, in the most honest way you can capture them. Harvesting apples on the Becker farm. Ontario, Summer 2019.
Captured during our time on the farm in warm, sunny Ontario a couple weeks ago.
Recently took some photos for Canmore Museum’s new exhibition, “A Place Called Home”, documenting what home means for 4 different households in Canmore. You can view it at the NWMP Barracks, open weekends from 1-4pm. Special thanks to Amy Herr for putting this exhibition together, and to all the participants for volunteering their time, faces and homes to this project.
Spending weekends trudging up the mountains (aka Mother Nature’s stairmaster) still hasn’t gotten old. If it weren’t for the (usually Canadian) company I keep on these long walks in and above the woods, the burning in my legs may be significantly more intolerable. Hope everyone enjoyed their Canada Day long weekend.