Here in British Columbia, we’re lucky to share our shorelines with two types of cormorants that I’ve spent time photographing: Common Cormorants, with their sleek black beaks, and Double-crested Cormorants, recognizable by their striking orange-yellow facial skin and beaks. At first glance, many people dismiss cormorants as “just black birds.” But spend even a few minutes watching them — or better yet, photographing them — and you’ll realize how wrong that assumption is. Did

After a long day of sitting at my desk, I did the one thing my body and spirit were quietly asking for: I grabbed my 600mm lens, my adventure cat Finnegan, and my Aunt, and we went for a walk. It was very, very overcast—late afternoon, deep winter grey. The kind of light that usually whispers don’t expect much. And honestly, I didn’t. It’s winter. Most migratory birds have moved on, and expectations were set intentionally low. We headed into a local urban nature sanctuary tuc

January was quiet on the blog. Not because I stopped photographing. Not because I stopped going outside. But because my mind was loud. I spent much of January stuck in what I now recognize as analysis paralysis—constantly asking myself where is this all going? What is the end state? What do I want my life, my photography, my work to look like in the long run? And that question, instead of motivating me, completely suffocated me. I was so focused on the final destination that