The Guitarist
She was on her hands and knees in the middle of the barn floor doing what she does best: laughing. Laura‘s wedding day had (finally) arrived and Ashton was hard at work; helping, serving, assisting, scurrying, decorating, laughing. She was having fun working. Repeat: fun and working WERE in the same sentence. Because that’s…
“I would sit here every night,” she said. “We counted stars and watched the fireflies.” She rested on the front stoop, finding comfort in the stair. Anyone else would’ve felt the rough edges and hard surface, but she settled into the concrete as though it were a plush sofa. In that one seat, she found…
Each step had to be careful, deliberate. Slow movement was the only movement. By all appearances, the river had been covering our pathway not too long before we’d arrived and our shoes held the mud to prove it. Step. Ssssssluhzs. Step. Ssssssluhzs. The mud-meet-shoe made a sucking/slurping/popping/mucous-blowing sound. Step. Ssssssluhzs. Step. Ssssssluhzs. But the mud…
Old Hand Coffee is one of the reasons I am forced admit (to myself and now you) the shocking truth: I love Abbotsford. If you’re a fellow Abbotsfordian, I hope you’ve experienced Old Hand Coffee. If you are a local who hasn’t discovered its charm, you must. Right now. If you’re not from Abbotsford, that’s too sad…
The only photo that you really need to see from this snowy photo session is this first one: if this isn’t the most magical snowy portrait you’ve ever seen, I want to know what could possibly be better! 😉 Nadia and Connor were married this summer on one of the hottest days we had here in…
Remember when we were still in November and looking forward with glad anticipation to Christmas? No? Me either. But then I was going through favorite photos in preparation for the publication of my first edition of a family portrait magazine (!!!!) and realized that these favorites never made it to the blogosphere. How this happened,…