As far back as I can remember, I have focused on details.  I loved writing short stories when I was a kid, and I'd spend hours in my room reading books, working on my spelling and perfecting the look of my cursive writing.  I don't ever remember thinking to myself "gawd I love me some details", I just remember getting lost in it. 

I remember being in awe at how someone could create a lifelike picture in my brain, just by carefully selecting words.  How words could be memorized, and how some of them could be combined together to make new meanings.  I can still see my grade school intern teacher's lovely bubbly cursive writing on the chalk board and thinking how gorgeous her written words looked.  What she was trying to teach us, I have no idea, but I can remember her writing and trying to copy each loop and angle & how meditative the process was. 

Details are still what captivate me.  Sometimes I hone in on them when I'm overwhelmed.  Sometimes it's because I'm underwhelmed.  Sometimes it's simply something you've said reminds me of something else and connects to another idea and mid-conversation, I've left.  It works much the same for me in photography.  Often times it's a pattern.  The way the light is moving in and out.  Or its a pop of colour that I see out of the corner of my eye. 

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There has always been something magical about B.C. for me that I've struggle to truly capture in words.  Maybe it's the fresh air, the intoxicating smell of cedar or simply how different everything has always looked to my prairie eyes.  This photo was taken in Deep Cove, B.C. - a place I've only ever seen in pictures (and maybe in a movie or two)- a place that's now only a 20 minute drive from my front door.  Moody mist rolled across mountains covered in trees that smelled of every B.C. memory I've ever collected.  Calm black waters seemed to drop instantly from the clear shallows. 

It was incredible.  And overwhelming.  So I did what I do best - focused on the details.  Naturally, these berries kept captivating my attention from the enormity of the scene in front of me.  Perhaps it was the irony that I spent more money than I care to admit buying them to put in flower arrangements in my prairie life, or the serendipitous omen that I am exactly where I was always meant to be, but this photo ended up being one of my favorites from a day of solo adventuring in a place I'd only ever dreamed of before.