The most perfect of afternoons spent at Anchorage House & Cottages in Hubbards, Nova Scotia. The prime example of what you can enjoy when things are kept simple and at a minimum. It doesn’t get better than this.Read More
Tonight I’m continuing the website refresh with the retirement of this gem from the main page. Why do I love it?
Loren & Greg's wedding was heavy on emotion, heavy on meaning and heavy on family and friends. Everything was on proud display - a non-stop celebration of all they hold dear. From private vows before the ceremony to Loren's father presiding over the ceremony itself. And the weather . . . A1. The most perfect sunny summer day that lead to the most perfect sunset. Warm pastel tones over the water - it doesn't get any better than that.Read More
Letting go. Forging forward. That's one of the hardest life lessons of them all.
Over the next couple of weeks the landing page of this website will be wiped clean and populated with work from the 2017 season. The past year was an absolute blur, but I had fun at every step along the way. As the existing galleries are replaced I wish to give them a new home within the blog. At some point someone will stumble across them and hopefully fall in love with them as much as I have.
Tonight I’m continuing with this gem. Why do I love it?
Another opportunity to document something completely different. From vows on the decks of the Mar II to a family dinner in Seaforth the following day. This was another prime example of keeping things simple and focusing on what is valued the most. Blue skies and ocean breezes aplenty. The most amazing custom rotisserie with Albertan ribs and a healthy supply of wine. Family and friends. Hugs and laughter. Everyone was able to find their own groove and celebrate the weekend away.Read More
I'd never heard of them despite being fairly familiar with the Tatamagouche area. I'd navigated the twists and turns of Balmoral Road dozens of times and crossed Baileys Brook on my way to the village proper, but had no idea where those waters led. Pashala & Klaus directed me along an unnamed road and asked that I stop just shy of a bridge overlooking the brook. We walked along the water's edge, climbing over deadfall and ducking under larch bows. After a bend in the brook the temperature dropped. The air smelled fresh - just like rain or falling snow. Then you could hear them. Then you could see them [continued . . .Read More