missing these beauties...
at the end of a year, it's become a bit of thing for me to recount those 365 days in photos and play them back in both tiny, tiled squares and also at warp speed, flip book style. each serving a purpose, each having me walk through the year i just lived. travels and times, friendships both old and new, transitions and traditions. so many memories, all so precious, all so fleeting.
for me, 2016 was a good one.
while 95% was that "good" stuff, it was a year that threw so much at me that at times it was all a little too overwhelming. it was hard, but the growth made it all so, so worth it. as myles and i rounded out our first full year of marriage, as well as our first year in our third, and homiest of homes, it became apparent that we fit together better than we could have anticipated and the knowledge that we gain each day makes the hard stuff just a little bit easier to cope with. on the lighter side (and to be a little less dramatic) i'm still finding myself mystified and giddy when i learn something new about the man i'm married to. [ case in point: i bought him hand drawn halifax for christmas and to sit next to him as he scoured the book was wonderful - he had a story for almost every page :) ]
2016 was also a tremendous year for me, my inner me. it has been a year of intense self-reflection, searching and awakening. i've taken time for me (sometimes given in large chunks due to the fact i have a touring spouse) and savoured it, strengthened bonds, made connections and changed directions in my "day job" to be happier and more on brand. even deeper still, this year has been a big one for my confidence and how i see myself as a woman - strong, beautiful. my body has never been something that i've spent too much time obsessing over, but like everyone, there's always those things you wish you could change or "fix". this was the year i just said "fuck it" to all of that and was happy with what i saw - free, even. on top of being more comfortable in my own skin, i started doing and sharing things that made me happy. what an incredible feeling it is to be yourself and be comfortable enough to just not give a shit. let's take the above photo, for example. it's not something i would have shared before, worried what people might think of my body or my self-worth. "half naked on the internet, must be a cry for attention" "thunder thighs" "saggy arms" "no boobs" "zero self-respect", to name a few... but with the new i am woman, hear me roar attitude that's been bubbling up inside, i would tell that person that my self-respect is through the roof (and the level of my self-worth is none of your business anyways) that there's nothing to be ashamed of, and that i'm proud of my not-so-perfect-by-the-worlds-standards body and this moment between my husband and i - we look great.
all this being said, it's my hope (and reason for sharing. sharing = real, real = accountability) that this fierceness carries on into the year that's now upon us. i am my own person, a woman with drive and passion. there is work to be done and 2017 is the year to do it.
p.s: because i'm not quite done/on a final note/adding to my accountability...
some of the things i put on my 2017 goals list:
- begin a daily writing project i've been meaning to get to for years
- create a budget and STICK. TO. IT. (hello, new car)
- drink more water
- read more
- learn something musical
- spend less time online and more on friendships
- find somewhere to volunteer
- organize my trillion loose photos/albums/book projects
- grow a better garden
don't know if that joke will ever get old… :)
keep cozy in your onesies and enjoy your holidays - it's christmas!
december... the most wonderful time of the year. a time for family and friends, for cheer and reflecting.
it's really hard to believe that we've been in our "new" apartment for a year now. at times it feels like we've always been here, but others, like we just arrived. it started with this housewarming party, and now we have a home. <3
... or, vancouver, b.c.
heartbroken and terrified, i have cried the past two days. a lot.
over the course of this election, i have wanted to share this numerous times, but i couldn't muster the courage. sitting on the edge of our bed this morning with tears in my eyes and a huge weight on my heart i realized that what we all need (regardless of our place on the map) is courage. the courage to stand up for what is right. the courage to share, even if it's painful, because there's comfort in solidarity and because awareness can and will foster change.
in the wake of the leak of "locker-room talk" of grabbing women "by the pussy", kelly oxford urged women to tweet their experiences of sexual abuse in an effort to form a community of feminist support.
it's not a tweet and i'm a few months late, but…
three years ago while on assignment in italy, i missed my 4AM pre-arranged ride to the airport. in a city where i didn't know the language, didn't have cell service and no one was awake, i panicked and flagged down the first (and only) vehicle that resembled a taxi. in a fluster, i sat in the front seat and proceeded to fall apart, unsure if i would make my flight home. this was the first time the male driver decided it was okay to touch me - he groped my thigh and tried to soothe me in italian. this was not okay, i told him so and had to physically remove his hand. the second time happened once we made it to the airport - he gave me my luggage and before i had a chance to realize what was happening, my ass was in his hand. it wasn't an accidental brush, or even a small tap, it was a full on, woman-parts-violating, aggressive squeeze. in my need to put as much distance between us as possible, as quickly as possible, i hurled a "FUCK! YOU!" and ran, completely forgetting to get a cab company name or license plate. once i was inside, i broke down for the second time that morning, not knowing it wouldn't be the last.
i arrived home safely and without further incident, but when i dropped in to the firm i had been working for and shared with my boss what had happened, i was put in a position that many women know too well. my boss, a male, laughed and joked, chalking it up to "italian men being italian men". not only did he minimize and rationalize having my body invaded, but he also laughed and urged me to share the story when a new person entered the office. i felt devalued, deflated and dehumanized. i was a professional woman who had just flown across an ocean for work, reduced to a funny anecdote on "the italian male". i broke down that night too.
i know that this is a tiny drop in the bucket compared to what sexual-assault and rape victims have endured, but ANY unsolicited physical or verbal attention is W.R.O.N.G. - no. matter. the. magnitude. what saddens me most is how synonymous it is to the female-experience (ask any woman you know, i'm sure she will have at LEAST one story to tell you), how "accepted" and "normal" it is that our bodies are just there to be taken advantage of in this way, and how unfair and scary gender inequality is.
the fact that a man so openly misogynistic, (racist, homophobic, bigoted, the list goes on) has become the president of such an influential country has absolutely crushed me. it's maddening and frustrating and heart-wrenching to no end. to think of the fear of the HUGE group of people (women, people of colour, LGBQT, and on and on and on) who will be affected by this is crippling to a point of almost giving up.
i come back to the word "courage" again, and i've seen it pop up all over the place today. in the face of great despair, there are people everywhere coming together and it's encouraging.
from neko case's twitter:
"Time to get gayer, blacker, browner, lgbt'er, indigeounous'er and WOMANER than ever before! There's more of us, humanity. Mobilize with <3"
and it's TRUE - now is not the time to give up, now is the time to fight like hell and make the most noise. i know that it's not my country, but to think that it won't affect us too is both naive and dangerous thinking. it's time to band together with our southernly neighbours of all walks of life and let them know that we are here and we are with them, even if #imnotwithhim.
if you're looking for a place to start, below is a link to a list of organizations that can use your support, and is one of the best ways for us to stand alongside those who need our help:
we did it. 406 days as husband and wife.
i've been trying - for weeks - to write this post and every time, i erase it and start all over. i just cannot find the words to describe any of it. at times it feels like our knot was just freshly tied (newlywed-feels forever!) at others, it feels like this is the way it's always been - easy, straightforward, no bullshit, barebones LOVE.
it's been a year.
pretty piddly in the grand scheme of FOREVER, but still cause to celebrate, amirite?!
this year has been an incredible one. i've learned more about myself and what it means to be me than i have since i was a sulky, studded-belt-with-everything, loud-music-listening, boy-crazy teenager. and (i think) it's partly because i've given so much of myself to myles, to our marriage. in turn, he has done the same and i've received so much of him, from him, my soulmate. we've grown up, but have grown together. we've laughed more, loved deeper, had a brush with death* and bounced back with even more life. we're passionate and we hold romance in high esteem. (even if it sometimes comes in the form of a "greasiest hits" mixtape?) we make our own fun wherever we go (examples include but are not limited to: doctor's visits, cleaning a disgusting apartment, the most redundant class @ the TPL), but also carve out time for ourselves to sharpen our respective crafts and recharge our batteries.
i can't pretend that our life together has always been a fairytale, but it has definitely been a dream come true. (dreams aren't always perfect, are they?) we can be real with each other - open, honest and raw - something i am so grateful for. we can show each other our ugliness, our innermost selves without fear of judgement or scrutiny. although we may not always like what we see in each other, our love is always there at work behind the scenes, softening us where there could be more give and strengthening us separately so we work better together. we've learned time and time again that communication. is. key. it's in these times that we really learn what we're made of - ourselves, each other, our relationship. it's not perfect, but what is? it's a thrill to wake up next to a man that loves me fiercely, that i cannot wait to talk to at the end of a long day, and one that i most certainly cannot keep my hands off of. even if he does eat all the chips sometimes... o.O
in short: marriage has made me a better person with a love that grows exponentially every day. but enough of all that.
a year IS cause to celebrate and celebrate we did! in montreal! by eating! eating everything good! like smoked tomatoes!
below are a handful of frames from our long weekend en ville. one of the rolls i shot was an ancient spool of kodak royal gold 1000 that was over twenty years old, soooo... shit. i was able to save a few but the rest i'll have to keep on the inside of my eyelids. they'll be there when i close them to remember what we did at 365 days, husband and wife.
she's one of my favourite kids to be around, to love on, to miss. also, she loves fruit and took the second photo.
(and a few weeks early, too. was saving [some] of this to spew on our first anniversary. which is coming up. in a few weeks. what?!?)
i feel like instagram may have squashed that "thing" i had going. you know, taking a camera with me everywhere, not leaving the house without some form of picture-taker in my bag and a spare roll, yada yada yada.
times are different now though, and i feel like i may have lost something along the way. which is weird, because it was that very tool that got me extra-fired up for photography again. that same tool that forced the purchase of my first iphone in 2011. that same tool that got me through one of the hardest years of my life. i wrote about this a few years ago, when instagram was still in "the good ol' days" as some have come to speak of wistfully. bonds were formed easily, engagement was genuine, new friends were made - both online and in person. it was a creative outlet that made sense for me, a place where like-minds could find each other. and it stayed that way for a while.
in the five years that i've had instagram it's seen its fair share of changes and it's definitely come a long way since the OG days (i like to call this my "all-earlybird-all-the-time-but-then-there-was-hipstamatic-and-bokeh-filters" phase) when you had to have the app to see the photos. i posted whatever the hell i pointed my phone at and was generous with the time and care i took when browsing, processing and interacting with other excited photographers in this new digital age. of course it started small at first - locals, friends, family - but soon, i broadened my scope and there were photos from all over the world filling my feed. i began to use a more critical eye for what i posted, stepped up my game when editing on my phone and started to craft a feed that was cohesive and had flow, but was still real and told the small stories of my life. along the way, people (in the thousands!) noticed and started to follow along. what a trip. the follows and likes were rolling in, and i kept on being me, posting both the good and disappointing things that life threw at me. but more and more, i was reaching for my phone to take a photo when i used to pick up my camera and carefully compose something to be captured in 35mm. after a while, it was all the time. it was fun and novel for a bit, but there was this pressure to keep up "a good feed" (whatever that even means) and even though i wasn't there to rack up, the more the numbers jumped, the more pressure i felt. and then it started to evolve into a popularity contest - who knew who, who's dog you've met, what brands you were working for, how big the paycheques were, who could travel the most and being jealous of those paycheques and travel and everything else others had and i didn't. bots, spam and trolls became a thing, and so did comments like, "your life is so perfect" (barf, no one has it all together) and it really started to turn me off and wish for more of what it was like when i first joined.
but... it wouldn't be long after this (five months if anyone's counting) that i met my dream dude and he couldn't have been further from that online world that i had carved out for myself. he was a man that had no idea what instagram was, who @bkhphoto was and barely spent time online. (unless you count sending short emails about a dog i was babysitting?) myles was a man with a blackberry that could make phone calls and receive texts. that's it. and i liked it.
at first it was an adjustment - he wasn't ever on his phone, so i didn't want to be on mine either. soon it became more routine, to just be together and check my feed and things later, or even just leave it altogether. i was still taking photos and posting, but not to the same degree or frequency. i became a little more guarded online and started enjoying everything more thoroughly instead of making sure i "got a picture for instagram". without knowing it, over the last three and a half years myles has taught me how to be present with the ones i love, how to live in the moment when big things are happening and how to enjoy a concert without taking a photo. i have him to thank for more vivid memories because i've been seeing things through my own eyes and not a screen. don't get me wrong, i was still documenting (and will continue to), but in a different way. careful and deliberate, not furiously snapping just to make sure it was covered. what a gift, to have your eyes opened and feel like you're really living instead of existing in order to create content.
my camera roll has been pretty thin for quite some time now and it doesn't bother me. i have myles to thank for bringing me back to how things used to be - even if but just a little - because i just don't care anymore. and in that, it's cleared my head and made me remember what it was like before there were a million apps to check and things to keep track of. maybe it's because of all the ways in which it's changed, grown, become more mainstream, or maybe it's because it was a phase. i don't know… but my feelings towards it (it = online life in general) have changed and grown as well. i don't want to be that person that has to have their phone out all the time. i don't want to be that person that has to take a photo or snap a chat of every little thing i do. my life doesn't exist online, it exists in the now and i don't want to waste it worrying about crafting posts that mean nothing to me "but might get a lot of likes", or not sharing things that actually matter to me. so (!) back to posting whatever the hell i want and focusing more on the discipline of snagging not-so-insta real-life moments on film. back to waiting a week for rolls of results. back to drinking coffee while it's hot and not photographed. back to announcing things to friends with a phone call instead of a tweet. back to appreciating more of what i have and wanting less.