He was humble. He carried himself with a calm sense of confidence. He was a son and a brother. He was a man of the Lord.
Images of the St. Michael's Indian Residential School. (before it was torn down last year) I haven't shown any of these images publicly prior to this blog post. Even though these rooms were empty, the residue of the past was still present. If these walls could talk they'd have a lot to share with us.… Continue reading happy canada day
Yesterday, someone asked me about how my husband and I met. I don’t get asked this question very often but when it happens I get this silly grin on my face, my eyes glaze over and my stomach feels lighter. In the summer of 2005 I had just moved to Victoria after spending a year… Continue reading kisâkihitin – you are loved by me
While I don’t consider Saskatoon my home – that will always be the North – I am raising my daughter here, and I’m showing her the best that YXE has to offer. It’s been in part inspired by my friend Melody (a talented photographer based on the West Coast) – she makes it a… Continue reading Indigenous Summer, YXE Edition