Little dog on the beach
Here’s a photo of the dog I wrote about here. (Focus on the pup, not the calf.) In retrospect, I’m super bummed I didn’t think of zipping it up inside my jacket and bringing it home.
New York City: straight from the hip
Calling myself a photographer never was a huge deal. I called myself a photographer because I did photography. Because I started taking photos as a kid, with my mom’s clunky old Minolta with the hippied-out embroidered shoulder strap, and never stopped. I took photos, developed photos, attended every kind of photo workshop, landed jobs because [...]
Postcard from Timmins, Ontario
I forgot to tell you I went to Timmins last month, for work. Timmins is a mining community in Northern Ontario that has a lot of Native (mainly Cree) and French people in it. Two things I noticed about Timmins. 1) The entire town is low to the ground, as if the people who built [...]
Four shades of Stan
Among the many things we have in common – an appreciation for fine teacups, champagne, cod cakes and letter-writing, to name a couple – me and my grandma both clearly have a thing for carpenters. She married one, the man whose hands built the house my mother grew up in. I hopelessly fell in love [...]