Today felt like a gift — gloriously sunny, warm, and shining with that soft November light that feels completely out of place but wonderfully welcomed. My Aunt and I packed up Finnegan in his little adventure backpack (his new favourite chariot of choice), and with no plans other than joy itself, we headed out to go ducking. What’s ducking, you ask? Simply put — it’s the art of spending time with ducks. Of wandering from pond to pond, park to park, just to see who has returne

Today I set out on a sunny fall day with two intentions in mind: mushrooms and salmon. Simple goals. Soul-filling goals. The kind that pull me back into nature and out of my swirling thoughts. I headed to a local river known for its salmon run, hoping to catch the first signs of the season. I was too early — not a single salmon. But the river still offered me a guide. A female Belted Kingfisher perched nearby, chattering as if reminding me to trust the timing of things. Kingf

When I woke up Saturday morning, the sound of pouring rain hit the windows like static—loud, relentless, and chaotic. It matched how my mind had been feeling lately: scattered thoughts, restless energy, and a heaviness I couldn’t shake. I had planned to spend the day with my macro lens photographing moss and mushrooms—tiny worlds of stillness—but instead, the storm arrived. At first, I sighed. Then something inside whispered: Go anyway. So I grabbed my 600mm lens, my Aunt, an