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Light on the Horizon

It’s rainy much of the year in Vancouver, BC, which can sometimes be oppressive. But sometimes there are these rare moments of light…..The silhouette is my son in his Muddy Buddy ( a head-to-toe rain suit that come in handy around here).IMG_2726 IMG_2704 IMG_2773 IMG_2780 IMG_2716 IMG_2717



I love photography but I really have no idea what I’m doing …and I kind of like it that way. Photography for me is a source of constant discovery and experimentation. Unlike writing, there is no real inner critic when I take pictures. I can enjoy the thrill of taking pictures without the pressure to produce anything which is why it is one of my favorite stress relievers. These photos are a result of condensation getting caught between my lens and the macro filter. I kind of wish I had left it there longer. These were taken on my balcony. IMG_9841

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IMG_9842I took these with my +4 macro filter (I have a +1 and a +2 but the 4 is by far my favorite).



The cold draws us out

of the warm skin of our house

points of colour

on the white landscape of the cow pasture


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Strange Birds

These slightly menacing little creatures are the result of playing with clay and paint with my ten-year-old daughter. They’re quite small but I really liked the way they turned out and would like to do more but on a larger scale but first I need to find some place that I can fire them at. I hope they capture your interest as much as they did mine.

I took these photos with my +4 macro filter on my 18-200 mm Canon rebel T1i. I love how the filter blurs the edges of the photos.
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Beneath high-tension power lines

spiders string webs between shadows

that vibrate with their own tension

birds startle at the bark of a dog

the loud exclamation of a child

hands stained beat red with blackberry juice

full of the sun-burnt wild flowers, the quiet cold that flys through the mirror image sky