Christmas at Grandma’s
My newly-defined role as a destination photographer has been a long time coming. First there was that time in Germany when (as a fifteen year old) I walked around with not one…not two…but THREE film cameras. I stood on a street corner in Heidelberg and knew I had been bit by the travel bug –…
Traveling across Canada proves to me that I am not a Canadian. Most specifically, traveling in Edmonton provided ample opportunities to prove to myself (and the Canadians around me) just how American I still am. Lieutenant. How would you pronounce that word? I pronounce it loo-ten-ent. Just like it’s spelled, right? Well, as I toured the…
Moving to a new country isn’t easy. It can’t be. It won’t be. Even in one as closely tied to my motherland as Canadaland has been and will be, the cultural idiosyncracies are numerous. Example: just today I went to the bank to withdraw some cash. I explained to the teller the amount I needed…
My kitchen plumbing died tonight. Hyperbolic, maybe. Traumatic, definitely. Instead of triumphantly washing those pots (you know the ones — the ones that “just need to soak a bit” . . . . and have been “just soaking a bit” for a month of Sundays) before collapsing in a heap of Mondaynightness, I ended up on…
Today is a gray day. Perfect for sitting on the couch, sipping tea, writing; all the better for remembering the fun of hiking Elk Mountain earlier this summer. After the sweat-dripping, muscle-burning, lung-bursting climb up the never-ending-hill, we sat at the peak and gazed in awe across the Fraser Valley, down to Cultus Lake, out…
Not too many years ago, my photo selection process started with carefully choosing when to press the shutter release button; film wasn’t cheap, processing was an additional cost, and every photo mattered. Every photo matter as I came to the end of the film, packaged the roll, checked and double checked that my…