by Melanie | Oct 26, 2018 | art, childhood, creativity, love, Photography
I believe that what you focus on grows. I have spent the past year really working on focusing on joy and wonder in my own life and have seen results that affirm this truth. I’ve been hearing many messages around me lately that echo this idea. Even in the face of...
by Melanie | Oct 30, 2017 | childhood, documentary family photography, family portraits, nature, Photography
What if… What if we never lost our ability to imagine? Would we live in a world where we are more empathic because we can imagine how the other person feels? Would we care more about the environment because we can imagine what might happen if we don’t? Would we...
by Melanie | Oct 6, 2017 | childhood, documentary family photography, family portraits, nature, Photography
Documentary Family Portraits Fall is a popular time for family portraits. It’s a great time to get outside and enjoy the changing colours and to get some gorgeous photographs of your children and who your family is at this moment. I call them Documentary Family...
by Melanie | Sep 14, 2017 | childhood, children's wisdom, creativity, documentary family photography, nature, Photography, play, stories
Here is a list my seven year old daughter and I made up for “How to have a great day”. Get a good sleep Get up early Have breakfast Draw Do yoga Go to school Go to circle (morning community circle at school) Do good work (try your best, try to enjoy it)...
by Melanie | Aug 31, 2017 | childhood, children's wisdom, creativity, documentary family photography, nature, Photography, play, stories
Summer in the country is different than summer in the city. It’s slower, fresher, both contemplative and adventurous. I have lived most of my life in a city. My husband grew up in the country with wide open spaces and days upon days of nature adventures. For the past...
by Melanie | Aug 22, 2017 | childhood, children's wisdom, love, nature, Photography, stories
Last week I was lying in bed with my daughter as she was falling asleep and she said “Mama you are my boulder. You and Dada are my boulders.” And then she listed all the names of our family and said “they are my boulders too”. I asked her what she...
