Posted on August 9, 2015
It’s been really hot in Calgary and as a caffeine addict, this really puts a damper on my morning latte. Of course, brewing a latte and then adding ice is an option, but I always find this ends up tasting so watered down.
Recently, Starbucks has been offering cold-brewed coffee in its shops, but I really don’t feel like paying $5 a cup when I know it’s something I can make myself. A friend of Stephen’s had been making his own, so I asked for the recipe. Fellow Calgarian blog Dinner with Julie has a great recipe for cold-brewed coffee that I’ve really been enjoying, so I thought I’d share & illustrate the process below. Read More
Posted on June 29, 2015
As I sat on the bus heading downtown, something about the way the “Stop Requested” lights shone made me feel like I was somewhere else. Like I was travelling somewhere foreign.
And I thought about how some people will never travel. They either don’t have the resources or the desire to leave their home cities. It must feel just too scary to leave, to venture somewhere where people do things differently. It’s a survival instinct. Our brains are wired to ask, “How will I find what I need to feel comfortable when I get there?” Read More
Posted on March 1, 2015
Last night, I had the chance to try something really amazing: a sensory deprivation tank at Urban Escape.
The float tank is an enclosed pool of water, loaded with enough Epsom salt to keep you floating no matter which position you choose, just like the Dead Sea. When the lid of the tank is closed, it’s pitch black inside. Your ears lie just below the surface of the water, with the option to listen to music. I opted to listen to the ocean with whale sounds, which sounds cheesy, but really made for a serene experience. The tank water is kept at human body temperature, so it feels like you’re floating in nothing at all. All of this combines to leave your senses completely quiet. There’s nothing but your mind and the vague sensation of breathing. Read More
Posted on July 20, 2014
It was early in the morning, the light from the sun was just starting to crest over the hill. I was standing on some burlap bags, which had been carefully placed along the edges of the squares to keep the balks from caving in. Below me, a mix of students and veterans were digging away, hauling guffah1 after guffah out to the sift.
Watching others work in the early morning isn’t exactly conducive to staying awake, especially when it comes with a pang of jealousy. I really love to dig and sitting on the sidelines due to a wrist injury doesn’t exactly sit well with me. I’m sure this thought was written all over my face when Adel, one of our seasoned local workers, walked up beside me.
In a mix of my broken Arabic and his broken English, he inquired about why I wasn’t digging this year. I explained that my wrist was injured and that it had been that way for months. He said he had a cure for me and pointed to some grass, “Like this, but different.” Read More
Posted on April 26, 2014
Being a photographer has one huge con when it comes to travel: it’s nearly impossible to travel light.
Usually when I travel, I’m on a mission. It may be that I’ve been hired to be a dig photographer, or I’m freelancing, or I’m taking photos to sell to fund my subsequent travels. All of these things require that I take a huge chunk of my gear. Camera bodies, extra lenses, various cables, flashes, and miscellany – it all adds up to what I lovingly term a, “buttload.” Read More
Posted on March 12, 2014
It’s my 30th birthday!
I know turning 30 can be scary for some. I understand it. It signals an end to the carefree fun and excitement that often defines being a twentysomething. Entering into your 20’s generally gives you a sense of authenticity to your adulthood, the dreaded suffix of “-teen” finally ceases to define you. Read More
Posted on February 7, 2014
Earlier this month, I picked up a Groupon for a glass fusion workshop at Artopia. A couple of Saturdays ago, I went with my friend Evelyn to try it out.
We spent the afternoon cutting little bits of glass and layering them to make a group of pendants. Once they were glued and set, we left them in the hands of Artopia to be fired in the kiln, making them into blobby pendants. Read More
Posted on February 3, 2014
I’m getting excited for 2014. It’s been a long while since I’ve been on an adventure. Winters are always particularly hard on me. The lack of sunlight and cold temperatures tend to make me just want to hibernate. For the most part, that’s exactly what I do.
Being an even year, it means this summer I’ll be back in my second home – Jordan. I’m pretty excited about this season since one of my good friends from Edmonton is planning on coming with the team. I always enjoy showing new people are Jordan, but it will be extra special to do with Hillary. Read More
Posted on January 7, 2014
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. The (mis)adventure of moving took place over the course of two weeks. It was unexpected, daunting, and not something I care to repeat any time soon.
The idea of packing up all your “worldly” possessions into boxes, bins, and wrapped up in blankets is overwhelming and decidedly confrontational. As you pack, the sheer mass of “things” you own makes itself so abundantly clear. I found myself feeling defensive over what I owned. As my boyfriend hauled things to the car, he didn’t say a word of complaint. I know he wasn’t even judging me, but here I was projecting my own sense of disgust over how much I possessed onto him. Over and over, I said, “I use that,” or, “but, I love that,” somehow trying to justify to myself why I owned the things I do. Not to my boyfriend, but to me. Read More
Posted on September 17, 2013
In my quest to photograph as many ghost towns as I can find, I kept coming across notes about a little gem called Lille, Alberta.
Things looked great for Lille when it was first established in 1901. Within a few years, there were about 20 residences on the townsite, along with all the amenities like a hotel, doctor’s office, and a school. The coal mining industry in the area led to the construction of an expansive system of coke ovens, specially made in Belgium. Each brick was stamped with a unique number, shipped, and the ovens were reconstructed brick-by-brick in Lille sometime in 1903-1904. Read More