There was a time when I thought beautiful moments had to be planned. I believed they lived in vacations, special occasions, or the photographs we frame and hang on the wall. Those moments certainly have their place, but over the years I’ve discovered that the moments that stay with me the longest are often the…
There was a time when unfinished projects made me uneasy. If I started something, I felt like I should finish it as quickly as possible. I thought creativity was supposed to move in a straight line, from idea to finished piece without too many stops along the way. It didn’t take long to discover that…
If the worktable in my studio could talk, I have a feeling it would have some wonderful stories to tell. It has been there for every new idea I’ve been excited to begin and every project that left me wondering, “Now what?” It has held supplies spread from one end to the other, scraps I…
Some of my favorite photographs have never been planned. I don’t set out on a hike expecting to find the perfect wildlife encounter or discover something extraordinary waiting around the next bend. In fact, I’ve learned that nature has a way of revealing its greatest treasures when I’m simply willing to slow down and pay…
I’ve always been drawn to lighthouses. I can’t really remember when that fascination began, only that they’ve always had a way of capturing my attention. If there’s a lighthouse nearby, chances are I’ll find it. Over the years I’ve photographed them along the rugged coastline of Nova Scotia, where the waves crash against the rocks…
There is something sacred about the hour before the world fully wakes. The roads are quiet. The air feels different somehow, cooler, softer, filled with possibility. Even the birds seem to know they’re part of something special, offering the first songs of the day before the sun peeks over the horizon. I’ve always believed that…
I’ve discovered over the years that my artwork doesn’t really begin in my studio. It begins long before I ever pick up a paintbrush or sit down at my craft table. More often than not, it begins with a walk. Sometimes it’s through the woods where the only sounds are birds singing overhead and leaves…