How it all began
My appreciation for photography begins with this black and white photo of me and my dad. We're having a picnic lunch on one of our many journeys from Peterborough to Ottawa. I lost my dad when I was 10 years old; it was sudden, unexpected and my world fell apart. I have spent the rest of my life staring at pictures of him. It’s not so much about how he looks, but it’s about the memories of the moments that he is captured in. Remembering those moments, letting my heart feel the emotions again, closing my eyes and letting my senses fill with memories of smells, sounds, touches. These photos provide the tangible remembrance that although a connection may change shape, it is never lost. These old photos are my passport to my memories of my dad and our time together. The loss of my dad fuels my desire to capture connection; to record the bonds that we create in our lives with the humans, animals and things that we choose to surround ourselves with. It was my dad who gave me my first camera and opened my heart to the magic of this art form.
Why I Keep Shooting
Among the reasons I keep taking photos of the important moments in people's lives is because of this story:
“Mom” was one of the sweetest, most loving people I have ever met and she welcomed me with open arms into her family. Together we laughed and cried through both her daughters’ weddings and I remember her glowing with love and pride as she introduced me to her first grandchild.
My heart broke when I got the message that she had passed away. But the very next line of that message made me smile through my tears:
“I have been going through the pictures and I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for capturing such great memories and moments with her. I don’t know what I would do without them.”