Storm Rolling In

“Remember to play after every storm.” Mattie Stepanek

I have a slight obsession with laundry. I love it. What I really love is putting wet laundry outside to dry. I usually will take drying racks out on the deck and put clothes on that, but the issues come when I want to dry my sheets. Since I am deprived of a clothes line I have to place them on the railing of the deck. I have learned through a lot of trail and error that I have to tie them to keep them in place. Otherwise, there have been a few times where I have looked outside and had to go retrieve my sheets off our neighbours tree – or maybe it’s our tree.. I don’t know where the property line really is.

Anyway, on Saturday I was so excited to get home, wash the sheets and put them outside. It was such a nice day. I tied them down and noticed there appeared to be a storm rolling in. I ran in the house, grabbed my camera and decided to take some pictures of it (yes with my sheets strapped down).

We have a neighbour who backs on to us, but a few houses down who loves to watch us. He angles his lawn chair and just stares. Yes it’s creepy, yes we realize he is crazy, but we deal.

He bellowed over to me instructing me to take my laundry down because if I couldn’t tell – there was a storm rolling in. I explained to him, since I am obviously going to have to put them in the dryer I really don’t care if they get wetter or not.. And then he proceeded to watch me photograph.

**I used a 50mm prime lens, ISO 200, f 2.5, 1/1250

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“When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.” – Donald Miller

Lately I have been enjoying/getting more comfortable taking pictures of random people I see. It is kind of a weird thing to do; it makes you feel like a creeper – taking someone’s picture without them knowing..

The more I do it, the more comfortable it gets. But I have reached a problem. I don’t really know what to do with the pictures. They turn out so wonderful, but they are useless to me (I can’t just print them off and frame it.. like I could, but who wants pictures of random people in their house?)..

Jamie suggested I make a photo book compiling all the pictures. So far it is the best idea we have… Ultimately I guess I could always go up to them and tell them I took their photo and ask if they want me to send it to them, but that seems stranger than taking their picture… I guess we will see what I end up doing.

Below are my favourite candid shots of people who didn’t know I was taking their picture.

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Urban Exploration

” What I’m doing is self-interested: I don’t want to live in a world where there’s no privacy and therefore no room for intellectual exploration and creativity.” – Edward Snowden

Last week was so beautiful outside. It ranged from 15-20 degrees C – my preferred temperature. Tuesday and Friday my sister and I did some urban exploration and cityscaping in the beautiful weather.

Friday morning I learned there was this abandoned POW camp for Nazi Soldiers back in the 1940s – Camp 30. Prior to being a POW camp it was an all boys boarding school for delinquents…. And now it stands empty. Cristina and I were saying how it was such a shame that there was so much history there and yet, no one really seems to care – it was completely trashed and vandalized, but was perfect for pictures.

After Camp 30, we toured around and did some cityscaping which was fun just not nearly as exciting.

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Weekend Sunsets

“The biggest cliche in photography is sunrise and sunset.” – Caterine Opie

This weekend I had this awesome idea to go outside and take pictures of the sunset because I apparently like cliches. About 70 feet from my house is essentially a giant open field which allows for some pretty cool sunsets, and since it is close I figured it would be a perfect spot. Friday night I packed up my camera and my lens and took the 70 foot journey, got all ready to go and realized I wanted to use a different lens. FAIL. Walk home, got my other lens, walked back, and knew I was set. Got in position and realized my memory card was not in my camera. Back home I went, got the lens, almost leave again and realize I didn’t have my camera. 3rd time is a charm and I finally made it back in time to get a few shots before the sun went down.

I went home for a final time, put my memory card in my computer, opened Lightroom (I have 5, if anyone is wonder, but probably not), Instagramed what I was doing, and then miss Jenna requested I post the pictures. Wait what? I mean, I think they are good, and Jamie’s favourite word is “Beautiful” so I mean, they can’t be half bad. She told me she would also thing a picture of a rock in dirt would be good, so with that push of confidence, I am posting the pictures. Mostly for her. Even though I am sure I could have just emailed them.










If anyone was really wondering (since I usually do), they were shot on my Canon Rebel, with my 50mm prime 1.8 lens.. Close ups were taken with an f-stop of 1.8-2.5, ISO of 400, shutter speed of 1/4000. Landscapes were taken with an f-stop of 11, ISO of 800, and shutter speed of 1/50


“Old geocachers don’t die, they just get archived” – Unknown

Lately I have wanted to take more pictures but it is a little frustrating living right in the middle of cottage country. I can only take so many pictures of water, trees, walking trails, and train tracks before that gets really boring. The issue though, is that I didn’t really want to take a drive anywhere to shoot – I live in the centre of cottage country surrounded by more cottage like places.

I have wanted to try geocaching for awhile now, so I asked my sister if she wanted to go – she said ‘sure’ even though she wasn’t too sure what it was. My mother thought we were basically going to go walking on a trail aimlessly.

Geocaching is basically a big scavenger hunt with GPS locations.

I went to the website and searched for a decent looking one close to us, wrote down the coordinates, grabbed my camera, purse, Cristina, and we headed out.  We parked and started walking to the trail.

We are not really hikers or even knew what this geocache was all about as we were in flip flips and had to start by going across what I would call a swamp – I think Cristina called it a muddy ditch. Tomato/tomahto


We somehow survived the swamp crossing and we were able to continue on. After walking for a few minutes we realized “oh yeah, maybe we should map the coordinates so we are not walking down a trail aimlessly like mom thought”.


I had the camera, Cristina had the coordinates, and we began walking. We walked for a good 20 minutes before I took Cristina’s phone from her as she was reading the map wrong – she was zoomed out so we basically walked until the dots hit each other not realizing when you zoom in the dots were actually getting further apart. Yes, we were going the wrong way.

We turned around and continued our journey.

We continued back to roughly 50 meters from where we started.


The “clue” was that we would find the container at the base of a tree.

We found the tree – it was covered in weeds and other swamp like things. I was not going to dig through it so Cristina had to be brave and start digging.


A bug ended up landing on her which caused her to literally gallop/prance/frolic around. It was at that moment, we looked at each other and realized geocaching was not for us.

We decided to leave without finiding the cache.

To reward ourselves for at least finding the tree we went to Starbucks for a drink.

I had a Cool Lime Refresher, and Cristina had a Hazelnut Macchiato.




+ Have you ever gone Geocaching?
+ Did you actually every find the cache?