Chrissy, my friend.

Once there was a family named Diachuk. They came from a land of duck and canuck. The family named Diachuk Took a girl named Jennifer To the place of swimming cre-a-tures.   The Vancouver Aquarium.   (And I tried to be a poet once. I failed. And today, I failed again. This is embarrassing.) The…

Over the river, through the woods, past the ocean bay, along a stretch land barely wider than the road, and almost into the ocean at the end of the Spit.  We stumbled out of our vehicles– all seven from their van, one me from my Civic, and one Grandma from her car – and started…

If you’ve followed along for any amount of time, you will know that photography is a massive part of who I am and how I see the world. Not just as a business but as a passion and a way to process life. Over the years, I have cherished being part of family journeys and…

As we tackled Kanaka Creek Park family photos on a bitterly cold November afternoon, the sunshine and familial love kept us warm. The siblings are friends, the cousins are friends, the parents are friends. This is what family should be: friends. With so much cold (and apparently boundless energy!) we kept warm and stayed invigorated…