We collected wood with a hatchet then shot the shit over the fire and a bottle of whiskey, until the night fell. Then the rain fell. #spiltmilk #35mm

We pulled over to the side of the road, and hauled our gear through the dense forest that snagged at our clothes. Up a hill and over a field, we walked through the low lying shrubs to the edge of a cliff. There we had a beer and rested. It wasn’t until we stood up and saw the red spots on our clothes, that that we realised we were camping in edible bearberry bushes. #spiltmilk 

To me, creating a photo where I feel a connection to the work and people involved is what authenticates one shot from another. At that point, it doesn't matter if I'm doing commercial work or a personal project. To me, what gives work soul isn't just a pretty image, but one that brings the characters traits to the surface. My favourite work is when I've unveiled moments in time where a facial expression, a human action or piece a of nature collide with beautiful light and mirrors my current state. "You're going to face yourself a lot, whether you like it or not."

Broken by the ocean.

On one side of the road a balding man has his shirt off, and is struggling to start his lawn mower. On the other side an assortment of gnomes stand at the front entrance of the house, with a plastic angel praying over. A neighbour steps outside wearing an oversized Molson Canadian sweater, and a hoses down some plants while looking in the other direction. Passing through the city I read through bar names- Gus’s, Toothy Moose, Dooly’s, Durty Nelly’s. We cross a couple bridges, watch the smokestacks rise, and park beside a tractor and grab a Tim Hortons coffee.