I photographed my first Island newborn in Duncan recently. What a beautiful family with two very proud big sisters to welcome this little guy into the world. I love the simplicity of newborn photos that truly reflect a family.
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For many years now I am asked to photograph the graduates at VST. My favourite images are the casual ones though before the big ceremony. Here are a few outtakes from that time.
no comments I just mailed off a beautiful handmade wedding album this week. I love the feeling that the Watermark Bindery albums give me when I sit quietly and insert the corners on the photos that fill the pages of a book made by hand. They are definitely not typical wedding albums, but I love that nostalgic sentiment when I turn the pages
no comments It is not often that I manage to getaway, especially somewhere as wonderful as New Zealand. When travelling to foreign lands or even local lands for that matter, what strikes me the most, as a visual person, is patterns. These are what I base my memories on, the images that I see repeated. On this adventure, New Zealand in the summer was breathtaking and full of Kiwiani icons.
My first impressions were colours; greens,blues and reds. The (weedy yet beautiful) agapanthus flowers line almost every road side north of Auckland. The sky is a beautiful blue which was such a contrast to the grey I left behind on the west coast. The reds of the pohutakawa trees reminded me that it was Christmas on the other side of the world.
As I have stated before, we spent most of our time in the country and the images I see are many many sheep, lots of rolling green hills and lovely little homes, some in disrepair with tin roofs weathered to a perfect colour of burnt orange, bee hives collecting lovely manuka honey, and very windy roads. And finally the place we called home for part of our journey, my mother-in-laws home at the top of a farm road.
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              Freedom for my kids is so much more restricted than what I experienced as a kid. I remember spending hours at play with the kids on my block. We ruled the alleyway and the block-sized blackberry patch at the end of our street. I grew up on Renfrew Street in East Van, yet from the adventures we had and the wanderings we took, we never knew we lived just off of such a busy road. I would love to let go and allow my kids to wander at will as I did, but that is not our reality. I am not an overprotective parent, but I can’t imagine my girls having the freedom I did as a child. This is why our trip to New Zealand was so amazing, because my kids had the space to wander. My mother-in-law lives off of a country road in KeriKeri in the north of the North Island. Below her lovely little home is a farm, owned by the most loveliest of neighbours. At the front of the road is a little abandoned home amidst a small orchard. (This will be their future work in progress.) Behind the house the lovely neighbours set up a trampoline and kept the cows out of the paddock and hung up a swing so the girls could enjoy themselves while staying at Nanan’s. From the top of Nanan’s drive, all the way down to the road was my girls’ roaming space. They had freedom, they had adventures poking around the little abandoned house, played joyfully on the trampoline and swung from trees. The cows and horses kept them company and I was able to grant them unsupervised time to play. I did spy on my eldest. She went alone often to wander and as I watched her in the distance I tried to imagine the thoughts that raced through her head as she felt the string that tied her to me stretch.
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