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Learning to Celebrate.

This week is a throwback all the way to my birthday. Oddly enough, I’m not a fan of birthdays or celebrations in general. Now to justify my obscure feelings when it comes to naturally enjoyed human events, I have to say I’ve just never learned how to properly celebrate. Not only celebrate but feel joy from celebrating something momentous. Occasionally there are moments in life where I feel a child-like joy and then am reminded or someone else has the honour of pointing out how ‘weird’ or ‘odd’ it is to be content and joyful due to said thing. I’ve grown used to this friendly ridicule, although, I think there is still a subconscious insecurity when it comes to expressing joy and happiness around people. As most faults in my personally that I’m aware of, I am working on this and hope to continue growing to the point where I can fully embrace the joy that can be felt from the celebration of good things. Until then I am so thankful to have people in my life like Paul and especially my wonderful wife, Celine, who show me what it looks like to have a good time in life!

I should mention that Paul fell through the ice in the middle of February. This was after an hour drive and probably only being there for 20 minutes. Fortunately he was ok but we had to drive back and crank the heat in the vehicle so his extremities wouldn’t shatter off is frozen body.

Yamnuska Mountain Sunrise.

The ethereal feeling of sunrise can only be equated to the eternal feeling of loving relationships.

I know you may be anticipating some photos from my Ireland and United Kingdom trip, however I’m still editing them and have many images from before that I still need to share. Enjoy!

Cotton Candy Eye Candy

I haven’t had much time to write lately due to some video projects that have been taking a lot of my time but I thought I’d share just a few images from the end of last year. They were all taken around Canmore, one of my favourite places to visit. Thank you for your continued encouragement during this slow time of photography. I really hope that as things warm up I’ll be able to make more time to get out and photograph the environments I love. Out of curiosity, which photo below is your favourite?

First Camping Trip of 2018: Jasper.

     Below are a few photos from our camping trip in Jasper National Park. We spent three nights at Pocahontas campground and went on a few hikes around the area. Our last morning there we  tried out a 10km summit called Sulphur ridge and for the ease of the hike, the views were stunning! I would have loved to camp up there if it was permitted but just getting to look out over the mountains and forest was gratifying enough. Sometimes I think I enjoy the forests more than the mountains, which would make sense since they provided us clean air. I hope you enjoy the photos and have a great week!

My Friend Isaiah.

     Isaiah and I grew up together and lived only a few kilometers from each other. I recall countless bike rides to hang out, innumerable hours jumping on trampolines, and various other activities. Not only did we grow up doing a bunch of classic kid things, we also played soccer together and seemed to know what the other was going to do better than we knew ourselves. Without a doubt some of my fondest memories from my childhood are with Isaiah.

     One story that cracks me up every time I reminiscence involves a hot summer day, a small trashcan and a hole. On this memorable day Isaiah and I were hanging out at my place with not a lot to do. As sweat perspired down our foreheads we formulated a plan to make ourselves a pool to cool off in. Our game plan was to dig a hole in my back field deep enough to put our legs in, then we were going to take a small trashcan, fill it with water, carry it 100 meters to the hole, dump it in and then have a nice cool pool. As you might expect, there were a few holes in this elementary plan. I don’t remember how old we were at the time but I don’t think we were strong enough to carry the selected water vessel that distance with any amount of ease. Regardless of our lacking strength, we made up for it with ambition and hauled the water out to the hole that we just spent approximately 30 minutes digging. I had imagined digging a nice 4’x4’ hole that would be roomy enough to sit in but my naivety bested me. Exhausted, we settled for a humble hole that merely measured 2’x3’ and dumped our little bit of water in. Now I don’t recall if we dumped multiple trashcans of water in or if we made this decision but we came to the realization that the water would just seep into the ground. Again, I’m not 100% clear if we made the ‘logical’ choice or if it happened by accident but some how the trashcan ended up at the bottom of our mud hole. It fit perfectly and provided the solution to our seepage dilemma. The only problem now was that it fit so seamlessly in the hole that it was now stuck. So much so that our prepubescent muscles couldn’t retrieve our water vessel that doubled as my family’s bathroom trashcan.

     Since it was so many years ago I don’t precisely remember the details and Isaiah might remember them differently but what happened next I think is a testament to how far my logic and reasoning has come. Needless to say, I had some anxiety because I had just lost my moms pink plastic trashcan in the hole we created. To add to my building anxiety we had to head to town for errands and were covered in mud. While experiencing a plethora of panic permeating through me, we manically mustered up plans that could possibly solve our multiple problems. The one that stands out to me, and maybe the most ridiculous, was to stand on a giant ant hill, which would then allow the ants to systematically removed the mud off us. I think my logic was that they would need mud to rebuild their home that we just destroyed and our legs were the closest source so obviously they’d removed the mess for us. Unsurprisingly, they just bit us and we had to shamefully walk back to my house to explain to my mom what shenanigans we got into. My memory concludes with her frantically trying to clean us off enough to get into the vehicle and head to town but maybe they remember more details.

     I didn’t expect that story to be so long but I love reliving many of the nostalgic memories I have had growing up with friends and especially Isaiah. Our friendship has grown and developed so much over the years and even though we don’t see each other too often, when we do it’s always special for me. The images below are from his birthday this past March when his girlfriend, Deeyana, invited Celine and I to go on a surprise hike with them in Banff. We decided on Tunnel Mountain and then went for food after at Elk and Oarsmen in town.  Overall it was a wonderful day.

B.T.W.

I realized that over the past year I’ve had the fortune of going on hikes or excursions with many of the people I care about most. Rather than merely talking about the photography or some random thoughts in my blog posts, a genuine reflection or simple acknowledgment of the people I love could have significant value for others and myself. I should also clarify that if you're a friend of mine and I don’t write a blog post to you, you shouldn’t be insulted, I just haven’t adventured with you recently or I just thought of this idea (haha).