"On Hold"

It feels like many moons have passed since I've posted anything. I have pressed pause to all blogging in the last two weeks as I'm currently in the midst of completing the final stages of a huge project that requires my undivided attention,

day & night AND night & day...

I hardly know the difference between the sun and the moon and by that I mean the light in my office.

Tear of saddness that I havent been able to share all the wonderful things I have in mind. There are sooooooooo many images, topics, continuous themes that I've wanted to post for months and months, working up to the moment of the final unveiling... I try not to think about it because I'm sooo far behind in my own personal schedule. Luckily this isnt a job, I wont get fired, and you dont really know when I initially intended to post something. Unless you know my pattern with posting "POST" runways reviews & favourite pics.... then you know I tend to be "fashionably" late... damit!

the gig is up... i'm ruined!

naaaah

I predict I will be back in 8 days, 3 hours, 32 mins...

starting.....

...

now!

xx

till then I leave you with this:

cherish your loved ones

know your limits & stay with in it

too much "fun" & too much sun

= bed rest on a stretcher

oh familia, how you amuse me so!

this reminds me, i need to go feed my cats!

ah! the vintage collage photo of the photo is. so. cool. right.?

all aboard'

such a typical 1940's photo

i'm not surprised by the pure classic beauty of the location or scenario, are you?

what a great blouse (far right)

you. are. too. cute!

linear perspective... what'

i like colours, good music & the sky

in case it wasn't clear... that's a ballooooooooooon!

sasquatching

sometimes i see really cool style and instead of being confident and simply asking to take their photo, i'm a bit of a creeeeeper and take quick snap shots... with that said, only a mere 15 mins before this photo was taken i approached this guy wearing a leather sarong and gracefully asked if i may take his photo for my blog... he replied "no"... so when i saw this girl, instead of the possibility of rejection i was very. very. sneaky.

was i wrong to do so?

possibly, but i really adored her tomboy style and pixie hair cut!

the combination of the rolled up white t-shirt, baggy cut-offs paired with the cowboy boots and cerulean blue rays is how should i put it... wicked!

oh! oh!. . . and i heart her awkwardness in each photo, i wouldn't have captured that if i had asked now'

can you say girl crush

In the grass, at the Gorge

Sassing at Sasquatch

Jack!

My grandfather

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Karl Johan Frithiof Hardin,

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who was often referred to as Jack.

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Born in Sweden around the turn of the century, it was common to leave school after grade 8, where young men would be trained to start work as a mason's apprentice. He did his compulsory Swedish military service (18 months in the navy) and then went to sea in the merchant marine for 2-3 years before he immigrated to Canada. He would then settle in Canada, where he met my grandma and started a life here. The rest as they say is history. I however, did not get the pleasure to meet my grandfather, as he passed away long before I was born. Yet, I've been told plenty of stories that share his personality and pleasant nature.

I love this picture for his poise posture and the soft elegance of this photo as taken from his profile.

Much later with their first child of five

Roughly 1938-1940

i like the silhouettes, structure and hats!

snap point & shoot

lotus

distinctive designs

"globally created"

everything is a facade, dont be fooled!

objects in observation

what i liked about this building was not just the aging architecture, chipped paint, defaced graffiti and boarded windows, but... the absolute halo-ness of what is left of this building. The remaining stacked bricks along the side and transparent quality, are like looking through a window into time or a different location around the world. You become lost in the romance of how did this building become as it is today, developing this theatrical story of distress, despair and forgotten loneliness. Most of us can establish the reality of the circumstance and present state, however I preferthe tale.

makes for a better story board,

not to mention a great photo shoot location!

the. end.

Mr. Tumnus's significant other

untitled.

G'ma Beatrice

Beatrice,

Or as I often called her G'ma due to my poor ability to pronounce g-r-a-n-d-m-a as a young tot. She was a remarkable women, having survived what was diagnosed as terminal cancer as a mother with young children and much later when I was her grandchild. I witnessed her strength as she overcame a huge obstacle and cherished her stories as a child. Although lived the remaining years of her life with Alzheimer's and passed away when I was 12, she remains a shinning star!

I adore the ease of her smile as she rides the bike "side saddle" (she is the one wearing what appears as white). Such a great motion photo. The dog gazing off the side- classic! Bea' was born 1911, she would be about 20 here, making this approximately 1930.

Gone Fish'n

G'ma fishing as a young women in the interior of British Columbia along a river, approx 1948. Dressed rather fashionable in a tailored jacket and skirt. I love the juxtaposition of her attire, the elegance of her mannerisms and the interaction of her fishing with the overall sense of freedom and carefree attitude.

well polished in a fur coat with carriage of baby

you just don't see this kind of class anymore of everyday people

i. loves. my. g'ma.