Amber’s experiment with light. Follow her 52 weeks documentation of the quality of light and how it magically transforms from season to season in Yellowknife, Canada. Click the links to see Post One, Post Three, & Post…
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I’ve wanted to do a version of this project for awhile. I plan to take a photo at the same time, on the same day of each week of the year, in the same…
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Yellowknife. This middle of nowhere, naturally stunning, slapped up city, which is only a city in name and not by population. What is a girl like me, supposed to do with a place like…
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An oldie – This is a song I wrote with a friend of mine, in another life time. Warm me up tea Warm me up tea How hungry I’ve been When lightening strikes twice…
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Post labour bladder calls immediately and urgently for relief… or have I just been too busy to notice the need growing? I finish changing the little guy’s diaper and put him down. My heart…
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I suffered through Faolon’s humiliation with constant reminders that this would, in fact, be the last. I would never again feel his hands on my body. I would never feel his lips cup my…
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The plan was for me to stay as close to Faolon as possible throughout the night, with the odd escape to seemingly gossip with Rachel. At some point Caleb would appear, but other than…
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It’s hard. Not school. It’s this damn seat. It’s hard. My back hurts, my neck’s stiff and it seems as if the bones in my butt are pushing out through my skin and rubbing…
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My time with Caleb felt like freedom. I was powerful. I could move about, play, touch, feel, smell, breath, without fear. The more I was able to feel this way, the less I could…
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arts & music pregnancy & parenting relationships & love sisterhoodI Never Said I Was a Visual Artist
This is nothing like I had visualized in my head. It was going to be so grand. A beautiful use of natural or artificial light to convey a moment words would be hard…