My Mom is My…
I didn’t realize how stifled I am without a camera in my hand. Two weeks ago, my camera was dropped and almost totaled. My favorite lens is ruined and the shutter-release button is handicapped. (It wasn’t working at all until my brother did a procedure in lieu of sending it off for repair.) I’ll have…
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…
When I googled “camera”, I came up with 952,000,000 results in 0.17 seconds. To narrow it down a little bit, I asked Google Shopping for a camera and came up with 24,800,000 results in 0.61 seconds. By the way, thats a lotta cameras. If that’s not intimidating for the camera buyer, I don’t know what…
Twenty months ago, I stood on the concrete doorstep of a two-room house in the middle of nowhere. Literally the middle of nowhere. For the past two weeks, we had been cooking for a group of loud, hard working, heavy-eating Canadians. They had been busy, definitely working hard, but also playing hard. Between the lot…
It started as another rainy day in the Pacific Northwest. The rain scares me. A lot. Anytime a local finds out I’m gearing up for my first winter in rainyland, a variation of “I hope you survive” is inevitably coming my way. Whether its the well-meaning acquaintance wishing me luck in the coming months or…
Step One: Go to Uganda. Meet a Canadian. Get engaged. Step Two: Enjoy life as a bride. Step Three: Hang out with all the best friends in the mountains of Virginia at an outdoor, National Geographic-inspired wedding celebration. Step Four: Start Driving. Step Five: Keep Driving. Step Six: Drive for twelve days. Through thirteen states…