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12/52 – serendipity


I often feel serendipitous while I’m out taking photos. I went on a day trip to Victoria with a friend on Monday to see a nature photography exhibit at the Royal BC museum and it seems like it is a fitting word for what often happens in the spur of a moment – being in the right place at the right time.


Am super excited cherry blossoms are almost out!! Anyone looking to have portraits done by fresh spring blossoms? 🙂 Send me a msg. at for more information/booking…

11/52 – azure/ocean

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11/52 – azure/ocean

Went to White Rock beach today – one of my favorite places to go!! 🙂 Brought my Yashica today – will be dropping off the film this week, but took some extra photos with my phone for this weeks post. Knee deep in editing right now but much more coming soon!!

Life lately

So far this year:

I have had a new logo designed for me by the lovely Melanie Sia:


I love bold, vibrant color and we thought that it would be a good fit for my new logo, part of the re-brand I am currently working on. There is a new blog coming soon – will definitely post here when that happens!!


Little tidbits of life lately…went snowboarding for the first time with a friend!! (and fell alot!!), buying flowers to brighten up a dreary day, a little bird that was hanging out in someones truck, good salads, tea and coffee. 🙂

More coming soon, have my 52 weeks photos to post for this week as well as another post for something in the works 🙂

5/52 – Catharsis, driftwood and grass


Catharsis is the word to describe this week. Have seemed to hit a sweet spot this week with my writing and felt ALIVE after the creative writing class I am taking. 🙂 Am feeling a bit brave tonight and will post a bit of what I wrote.

Letting go is much like the journey to the beach, down this long path through fields of high grass, listening to the long, lonely cries of seagulls high above. Their haunting shrieks are at once loud, the next echoing and far off, muffled by the dunes of sand. The long grass is interrupted only by the sand, and lonely fences, their paint chipped and weatherbeaten. Here I can let go, feel the freedom that has been lacking for so long. Taking out my braid I feel my hair cascading down my back, picked up by the wind coming in off the ocean. Smelling the salt air, the touch of light mist on my skin is like finding freedom at last. Feeling my skirt whip in the wind, I am suddenly running, running, all my cares thrown to the wind, these molecules of salt air beading through my hair.