When Did You Become An Artist?

I remember going to visit the Olympic torch in a small town somewhere, can’t remember. I pretended to reach the torch, but I never actually touched it, oh well.

Darkroom, bright light

Wild Horse, Moberly, BC

I’ve always taken pictures. My earliest memory holding a camera I was five. I remember the feel of the cold chrome and smooth black leather and the hefty weight of it in my hands. It felt like a fragile brick. I remember my eye looking through the view finder and the satisfactory “click” I heard… Continue reading Darkroom, bright light