• Homemade Cherry Liqueur

    Every summer, I keep a close eye on my mother’s Nanking cherry trees. When the bright red berries have finally soaked up enough sun, I pick the trees clean and either eat them all or force my mother confect them into Nanking jelly. This year, there weren’t many cherries on offer. The trees had been struggling to grow and when I had picked what was suitable, there was only about a cup of cherries in a bowl. The local magpies nattered at me the whole time, clearly claiming ownership of the tree’s fruits, but I’m a people and I wanted them, even if there were only a few. After listening…

  • Looking for Lille

    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.

  • Shopping for Housewares and Epic Baked Potatoes

    Laura and I left in the evening of the 18th to make our way – fumbling – to Varna. Broken Bulgarian and several scares about being on the wrong bus later, we pulled up in the bus station in Varna and a short taxi ride away from my hotel and her soon-to-be-home. Laura has done a very gutsy and respectable thing in my book… She’s moving here. A series of unfortunate events left her with nothing but wanderlust and an eye on a new life and having spent a few weeks in Bulgaria earlier this year, she decided volunteering for Balkan Heritage and finding her own path was the life…

  • Goodbye Emona Dirt Roads, Hello Sozopol Nights

    We have driven down the treacherous 8km stretch of land – generally referred to as road around Emona – that connects Emona’s remoteness to the coast’s highway for the last time. A quick album cover shoot and a send-off from the hostess of the local pub and we left for Sozopol, another coastal town along the Black Sea. It feels very bizarre to be somewhere where we see other people walking down the road instead of donkeys, cows, and wandering horses.

  • So Sleepy…

    Bear with me, I’m a little out of it. My day started at an ungodly hour this morning, wherein my brother-in-law dropped my sleepy butt off at the airport to start my journey to Bulgaria.