- My entire life has revolved around returning to the Cape Breton Highlands every summer. Packing up the car with my family and following the coastline home. This past summer we had an extra passenger- my better half Isaac. (Also an artist at NSCAD).
From the beginning of May when we arrived, I vowed to document everything. For an entire summer we explored- beach, forest, mountain, stars. We breathed in salty air and my heart still skips a beat when I think about our long drives along the coast, our music obnoxiously loud and the wind whistling through the car as we just searched for places to take photos. I wanted to show him my world- and now I wanted to show you. I won't be returning this summer for the first time in 18 years and my heart is hurting so much. To anyone who will listen I call myself a photojournalist, yet I've never held a project this close to my heart. Enjoy.
- Some things don't need explanations,
and some things are just too good for "goodbyes".
I remember being four years old, running around the Keltic Lodge sitting room, when Betty (bartender) told me "you never say goodbye, you always say until we meet again".I remember the first and last trips to White Point,
I remember falling both in and out of love,
I remember countless sunsets and hundreds of people who flitted in and out of our lives-I especially remember the ones who have stayed.
I will forever remember my first job (that lasted four years)- while everyone else had a horror story, I was the luckiest girl.
Along the coastlines, under the stars- I made a bed of pebbles and sand. I felt safest beneath salty waves or the cover of trees or enveloped under the navy blanket of sky and stars.
I made friends and enemies, but above all I made a home, and a family.Until we meet again.