I have a clean, well lighted place in my mind.
It has a warmth that is comforting compared to the outside.
If I want to experience the heat of the summer sun on my skin it pales. If I want a cold, winter air to sear my cheeks it fades.
I wander into it because it’s a familiar place. I know how the walls curve, how the chairs feel and the floor gently slopes. I can negotiate around its details without trying.
Everything stays the way I left it.
But I know that this place isn’t where I’m meant to be.
Here’s to the journey to find that place somewhere closer to the other side.
(image by MySweetImmortal)
…to have life and have it abundantly.
That’s an awesome promise.
Here’s the story. Clay needed to get his sister some shorts. He walked in (I think it was hesitantly) to Lululemon in Toronto.
I don’t think he would’ve been so hesitant if he knew what was going to happen from that day forward. He was floored when he saw the young lady help him out. You know that song by Keri Hilson? Yeah, that was him, knocked down. He gave his number to her and she took it.
She left him on the hook for a couple of days to sweat it out a little bit, then finally called him back. They hit it off.
It was fitting that they got married on the anniversary of the day they first met. Winnie even has the receipt of Clay’s purchase from that day!
It was a complete joy to have the privilege of shooting these two people and their families. Both their families have an awesome sense of humour and were all beautiful. Winnie looked fabulous and Clayton was absolutely dapper.
Congratulations you two!
Updated. Here are some more pictures!
Last year I had the privilege of watching Praise Team’s annual presentation. I took some shots here and there and came out with this.
I had the same privilege this year again, but instead, I got to see most of it through a lens.
Their show was called Kairos.
The vocals were tight as always.
The dancing was energetic and passionate.
It wasn’t tough to capture all these and the raw emotion that seemed to flow naturally from each of the individuals.
I’ll let the photos talk now.
By the way, that’s my cousin in the 3rd shot. She’s awesome.
It’s mildly depressing that my last post was about the good part of the Canucks playoff run.
In other Canucks news, word is that Mikey Gillis is on his way/already in Sweden to resume talks with the twins and their agent JP Barry to get them back in Whale-C jerseys.
I digress.
What I’m really here to talk about is the gratitude I wish to express to everyone that took the time to say something, type something, text something, anything something to me on the anniversary of the day I first existed as an individual.
What you don’t know is that I took the time to write something about each person in my Moleskine in response to everyone of you with the intent of posting it as a blog. After the sixth page of writing–which, mind you, was the halfway mark of everyone–I wanted to keep it in the Moleskine.
However, to sum up what it said on a less personal, more global scope I want to say the following. I value the contribution that everyone has put into me, small and large. Without a shadow of a doubt, I can say how each one of you has impacted my life and perspective, all for the better. To take that a little bit further, each one of you has made an impression on me, from which the impact, I hope, will be paid forward.
As a segue from self to anything but self, a happy birthday to my sister Ji.
Photoblog is coming up. I am the toughest critic of my own work.
Happy Monday everyone!
