Category Archives: Photography

It’s Time: A new website is in the works.

Erm…when am I??!!

This is a familiar exclamation that I chuckle to myself these days. When I see a friend for the first time in years, or their kid has grown like a weed into a whole new person over a mere week, or I think back on the death of a friend only four short years ago…when am I!? Day of the week, month, even year…sometimes it’s hard to grapple with the slippery passage of time.

It’s not that I’ve been hit on the head (though if I had a concussion, would I remember?!); my …

Little house on the lake.

Every winter a blanket of snow settles on Manitoba. Any lingering snowbirds swiftly point themselves southwards and most warm blooded creatures delve into the deepest burrows they can muster. A rare few venture out to establish themselves on the bleak landscape, in pursuit of the cold blood that lurks beneath their feet. Walking on water, they hunt with an auger and a fishing rod.

Each hunter carefully chooses a spot on the frozen expanse that is Lake Winnipeg and,…

Artist residency: Two types of pause.

Life has a certain way of gaining momentum. We choose a direction and then keep our heads down as we move forward, trying to keep our feet beneath us while navigating through a chaotically complex world. Any orienteer worth their salt knows that this sort of approach is a surefire way to get lost, whether in the woods or on the divergent paths each of us individually walk from birth to death.

Our internal compasses need to be recalibrated from time to time; honed back in …

Postcards from Japan: Old meets new.

Japan’s roots go deep. Stemming from a volcanic foundation surrounded by turbulent seas, the character of both the land and those who live upon it is entirely its own. It is widely recognized that, along with Ethiopia and Thailand, Japan is one of the few world cultures to have never been colonized. As such, it is uniquely intact. Even as the country steps forward and leads the way into an emerging technological future, there remains a thread connecting the modernizing…

Northward into familiar territory.

The compass always points northward, and like its needle I inexplicably feel a pull in that direction wherever my dusty boots may happen to be. Situated northwards from my home at the top of Manitoba, the town of Churchill sits at the edge of the treeline and on the breezy shores of the Hudson Bay.

Returning is a beautiful thing; the same place at a different time, adding up to a wider perspective. This was my third return to Churchill (here is some field work from visit number