The Harpist

Hannah is a bouquet of daisies, a cup of chai, and an autumn walk. All rolled into one. She is beautiful. Like a daisy. Nothing forced, nothing unnatural. Just real, raw, happy beauty. I mean, those eyes: you can’t deny those eyes! She is full of surprises. Like when you find out that a Pride-and-Prejudice-quoting…

Bre is from Louisiana.  Bre came to Vancouver to visit her dream college.  Bre and I connected three (four?) months ago when Google pointed her to me.  Bre and I became friends when we fell into snowbanks together, froze in the woods, and slipped on icy paths. Basically, senior portraits on Grouse Mountain became a…

I will always remember my senior portrait. But not in a good way. I walked into Wal-Mart’s portrait studio (yes, I did say Wal-Mart. don’t judge.) to sit on a very uncomfortable wooden box with black velvet covering it (was the velvet supposed to make me feel special? or to make the seat more comfortable?…

  She stood at the Newton intersection, an ostentatious display of color and artistry. Locals drove by slowly, unsure of how to react – perhaps blinded by the yellow balloons. Waiting for a break in the traffic (it wasn’t a long wait), she walked to the middle of the four roads and let the helium (and her…