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Cedar Creek
Some moments at Cedar Creek with my siblings and their other halves on New Year’s Eve, and with my dear friend Bek a couple of days earlier on a 39ºC afternoon. Surrounded by gum trees hundreds of years old; a babbling creek; crows and kookaburras chattering away with their squawks and raucous calls. One can while away the hours like a lizard on a rock.
Some moments at Cedar Creek with my siblings and their other halves on New Year’s Eve, and with my dear friend Bek a couple of days earlier on a 39ºC afternoon.
Zoe is a competitive climber and marketing creative based out of Vancouver, originally from China and adopted by her Canadian parents. We took these portraits in the fast-fading light of an evening in late September, in Squamish, BC.
Nathan is an Occupational Therapist and outdoor enthusiast based in Calgary, AB. Nate & I met at a Colour The Trails Ice Climbing event a couple of years back, and we’ve stayed in touch ever since. I photographed him by the water one late summer evening.
After many a switchback, the trail led us to our campground. Floe Lake may just be one of my most favourite campgrounds to date. The turquoise lake glittered in the afternoon sun, a tantalising invitation to jump into its icy waters after a hot day of hiking. Here are my favourite moments from three days in the Rockwall, Kootenay National Park.
A sunset summit up a Canmore classic to celebrate Autumn’s 2nd birthday.
Here lies a lengthy post from our backcountry camping trip to Skoki Valley. A trip planned since the end of January with our friends Brit & Sam, we ended up going without them on account of the fact Brit got accepted into a grad program at a university in Toronto. I wrote more about that here.
Better late than never—I finally got around to editing photos from me, Britt, Sam & Hobbit’s backcountry camping trip to Laughing Falls in the summer. Despite the intense smoke that plagued the area from the British Columbia wildfires, I welcomed those days off to spend in nature with friends.
Some moments at Cedar Creek with my siblings and their other halves on New Year’s Eve, and with my dear friend Bek a couple of days earlier on a 39ºC afternoon.
We have just returned from spending 10 days in Mexico, enjoying the southern sun, sea and sand. It’s my first vacation to anywhere other than home since 2017. Here is a small time capsule of moments playing by the ocean, indulging our creativity, memorialising our trip and savouring the morning hours at one of the many beaches in Puerto Escondido.
It’s been five years since I left Australia. I swapped +30ºC for -30ºC, beaches for mountains, sea for snow. Five years is too long not to hug my family; to swim in saltwater; to feel sand between my toes; to wake up to the cacophony of birds celebrating the dawn of a new day.
There are some cities in the world I know I definitely want to see before I fall asleep forever, and Paris is one of those. Paris was one of the first cities I had been excited to go to when I was younger, and French is the language I was drawn to learn in high school (for reasons I couldn't and still cannot explain).
It was in June 1996 that my father, my mother (pregnant with my brother), my sister & I migrated from The Philippines. I interviewed my parents for this special piece that tells the story of how we came to be two-time migrants.
In finding myself in active or outdoor spaces on a regular basis, I have noticed how there are fewer people of colour (especially women of colour) sharing these spaces with me, especially in the predominantly white mountain town where I live.
Last week, 8 people (6 of them Asian women) were killed at three different Asian massage parlours in Atlanta, Georgia. There has been a significant increase in anti-Asian sentiment, as well as an increase in assaults against Asians since the rise of COVID-19.
Like many of you, the last few weeks have weighed heavily on me. Now is not the time for my voice, but I wanted to share why I feel so strongly about the deaths of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Regis Korchinski-Paquet and countless other BIPOC who have died at the hands of the police.
Some photos from our trip to Squamish, British Columbia a few weeks ago.