You’re here, baby boy! Teeny tiny “Oh-ee!!” is what your parents (and anyone that catches on) call you. Your little bum fits in the palm of my hand and I like laying you on my chest so I can smell your newness. You are already decked out in your Mum’s sewing creations! You are welcomed into this world by a lot of people that love you so much. I’m so happy you made it.

I had three photos left when we returned to Edmonton from B.C. The airport is actually in Leduc and despite being ready to get home, we decided to ring our friends for a visit. I felt inclined to finish off my roll there before we got home. Ending the journey. The Hardie’s are a really fun clan of seven and I suddenly felt short on film!…

My dear friend Kathleen has been at home and in bed for a while. Twelve weeks and counting I think? A while. All in the name of protecting her unborn baby. I’m sure you can imagine the challenges of being stuck in bed. Boredom. Loneliness. Cabin fever. No fresh air. No sunshine. Etc etc etc. All the while having two daughters and a husband that you are trying to live life with!

They’re winning. I know it’s been so hard but my heart fills up when I think that this baby is alive and so close to greeting the world.

PS: We were upgraded to the couch for this day!

The best for last.

Never do I feel so right, so full, as when I’m surrounded by creation. I love architecture and litte shops and going out for coffee but a proper rest is sitting on a rock, staring at the ocean, the forest, the field, and being quiet.

This is my very favourite roll I shot. I was so concerned I wouldn’t get it right! I kept reading that it was much less forgiving than other colour negative films. A slight under or overexposure could ruin everything! But for the most part, I think it turned out really well.

Shot with Kodak Ektar 100.

I can’t keep beginning every post of mine with “hi, i’m lost for words”. I’d like to blame it on my personality type. Any ISFJ’s out there penning novels? Please say no. I suppose what I’m always trying to get across is that I appreciate and care so much about you people! Words are not my love language. Writing is a stretch (ugh, essays). I’ll try to stop reminding you.

The Kurtzs are dear old friends (from my dear old Saskatoon) and I’m thankful they keep being friends with me. I’ve spent many moments in their bright home, often brimming with friends and appetizers and games and laughter. And they have a brand new Henry boy! I was so glad to stop in for some pictures.