Living on cruise ships for 6 years will turn anyone into a bit of a gypsy. Sailing different seas, wandering the shorelines of many different countries, breathing in the air from foreign cultures, smelling Moroccan spices, Egyptian pyramids, Italian trattorias, and Thai food cooking on the streets. Craving the next big adventure. I wasn’t sure I would ever stay still long enough to own a home, a car or have my clothes in drawers. It took a while, it took countless experiences. But, when I was done with ships… I was done. Putting the pieces together for a photography career on land. A few weddings each summer while traveling turned into more.
I was home. Loving the air here. The salty, damp, west coast air. I started. I jumped. I trusted. I didn’t have a plan. Just had my gypsy heart and all sorts of inspiration.

Dancing around the kitchen this morning with Maisie Lu, I realized that I may not be able to enjoy her as much if she was part of a plan. You can’t plan miracles. She is the result of two lives. Bryce’s and mine, coming together at exactly the right time. As we spun around to Kenny Chesney, with barefeet on the cool tile floor, laughing and hugging. His words filled the kitchen.

“And I’m sure happy
With what I’ve got.
I live to love and laugh a lot,
And thats all I need.

Never wanted nothin’ more.
And I never wanted nothin’ more.”

If I could go back I would tell myself “It will be better than you can imagine. Just trust me.” Potentially saving me a few tears, heartaches and stresses about decisions. I wish I could tell myself. “You are making the right choices. Even the wrong ones, are right.”

If you don’t have a big plan… sometimes life unfolds the most beautiful mysteries, right before your eyes.

When you become someone’s mom, you instantly understand why she worried so much. Why she cared so much. Why she cried when you hurt yourself, or worse.. when you hurt someone else. Why she missed you when you flew away on airplanes to chase dreams on cruise ships. Why she was proud. Why she laughed at your lame jokes, why she bragged about your ‘sports award’ in grade 4, and why she was so upset when you died your hair, got tattoos, crashed cars, drank too much, acted wildly. You immediately understand why it hurt so much when you told her “I hate you, I wish you weren’t my mom” when you were little (or not so little).

Everything makes sense. You wish you maybe had realized what being a mom to someone really meant a whole lot sooner, and maybe could have been a bit easier on your own mom along the way. You may have hugged her more and been more patient. You might think about the years of her life she gave up, so you could be a healthy, loving, kind human being. You may think about how her body would never be the same, all because she wanted to give you life. You may even think about her sleepless nights feeding you, loving you, singing and rocking you back to sleep. You might think about what she sacrificed, now that you’ve made some of the same sacrifices. You may understand that she really doesn’t want anything in the world more, than for you to have the most magic life you could ever imagine. You may feel like mothers day is not just another day. It may be a reminder for you to take a moment and do some thinking, and remembering and honoring.

I’m not sure if its the same for everyone. But for me, this little being has rocked the very core of my being into remembering that I didn’t just magically appear here on earth.

My mom brought me here. Aches, pains, labor, delivery, growth charts, doctors visits, sleepless nights. She made me. Raised me. Taught me to see beauty, everywhere. Infused my soul with a deep appreciation for life, for love and instilled the most important trait of all in me… compassion. I didn’t just magically arrive here. In fact, I’m pretty sure without her… I would have never even existed. All of this means a whole lot more now that I look over and see my own little girl sleeping soundly, sweetly. In fact, everything means more now.

Mom, I love you. I understand what you went through to create me, I am forever grateful.

In the initial glance at an image, what do you see.
Perhaps there are fun props, quirky poses, something beautiful. Maybe you don’t know why you like the photo. You just do. I’m not really one for fuss. I don’t really like using a lot of props or things in photographs. I like spirit. I thrive on emotion. I love seeing behind the image, what is really in that photo. Because really, there isn’t much chance in any single moment of seeing nothing in life. If you are seeing nothing… it is my humble opinion that you are missing a whole lot.

There is substance in everything. There is a story everywhere, in everything. In every molecule, every moment, there was something before it. Or some path that lead it to right now. You have a story, and many of them. I may not know what it is when I first set out to photograph you, but I’ll see it somewhere along the process. Or I’d like to think that its possible to catch a glimpse of your story in your eyes, in your silence, in your movements on your own and then how you move with your man/lady/child/mother/sister. We are all full of tightly woven sinews, all connecting us together inside ourselves as well as those stories fusing every single one of us all in a closely knit and intricate labyrinth.

I am somehow connected to you. Right now, you reading my watery words… me typing them from my laptop, feet up, reclined… baby wiggling away inside my belly. Listening to nothing but the wind howl through our fireplace, I contemplate what’s behind an image. You, wherever you are, which ever screen you are perched at in whatever part of the world. Reading these words. Maybe there are ten of you. Maybe only one. But somehow, something has brought us together. Be it only in the vast world of cyberspace, for this moment. Our stories have met.

When I look back at a few of these photos from the past, I see what I saw in that moment. In whatever fleeting moment was occuring, I am right back there. What I find most interesting, is to wonder.. what you see? Is it different from what stories I see, or feel or wish to feel. Do you see behind the image? Or is it just a nice photo. Is there anything compelling about it to you? What is it? I’ll likely never know. But I will leave you with a few of the images that I truly love. Mainly because of what lies behind the photo. Maybe you see it too?

Melissa and Dave were married in Campbell River on Saturday. They were a blog favorite according to all of you, and your wonderful comments on their amazing engagement session found HERE.

They are just, so…. timeless. They look like they stepped out of a movie, minus the acting. This is all real. They are real, their images are just so… pure, romantic and sweet.

For sure, weddings are more meaningful, when all of the details… are infused with meaning. When an old car used for the wedding, isn’t just any old car. But an inheritance from a cherished loved one, passed on.

Perfect. The day, was just perfect.
Melissa and Dave, you truly have something special between you two. I am humbled, honored and deeply moved to have been such an important part of your wedding.

Melissa’s grandfather was a pharmacist and her parents home is covered with the amazing containers. Stories. Everything has a story.


This next image is another fabulous shot by Shannon, my fabulous second set of eyes.

This image makes me think of Paul Simon’s “Diamonds on the Souls of her shoes”

I just love the movement in this image, and the sky.

A few of these images, but this one in particular makes me think of the Joni Mitchell song, A Case of You.
“Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feet,
I would still be on my feet.”

I believe Melissa has one of the most beautiful faces I’ve ever photographed. Truly stunning.
Who knew Campbellton could be so beautiful

They truly are effortless together, a beautiful thing.

I’ll leave you with this image of the newlyweds driving away… and really, it may be top ten in my favorite book. This image, just screams COOL!

Thank you all for joining me along my journeys. ox