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Vancouver, Canada
Originally from a small seaside town in the North of England, I lived and worked in France, Germany, Belgium, Switzerland and the Maldive Islands before moving to Canada in 1995 - where I intended to stay 'just a couple of years'. Well, I'm still here. I live with my fabulous (Canadian) husband, Lorne, in Vancouver's Westside, close to beaches & downtown. We opted for kitties over kids and are proud parents to 3 wonderful rescues; Mel & Louis, who we adopted in 2010, and little miss Ella, who joined us in 2013. I miss my family in the UK but luckily my sister and best friend, Victoria, lives just down the street with her family. I remain very European at heart and would love to move back there, even for a while. Hopefully I'll convince Lorne & the kitties one day. Besides, I'm fluent in French & German but rarely get chance to use either here. Outside of work I love photography, writing, making cards, working out, camping, kayaking, horse riding & most things really. I've always been an animal lover, support several animal protection organizations and haven't eaten meat in 27 years.
Words To Live By:
We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words. Anna Seawell (Author of Black Beauty)


Jan 30, 2015

Random Photo Friday: Punk in Prague

While I love photography - and it's becoming a much greater creative pastime for me lately (basically I do my day job so I can afford to travel and take photos in the time I'm not working) - the one area I have never been very comfortable with is taking people shots - portraits, candid or otherwise. I might see something that 'would make a great shot' but a lot of times I worry that I'm exploiting someone's situation by taking the photo or that they'll catch me doing it and feel self-conscious or irritated. Heck, even if someone specifically wants me to take a few portrait/family/group shots - such as Lorne's sister, Kris, asked a couple of years ago when they visited us in Vancouver - I feel so horribly put on the spot and pressured to deliver great pictures, that I actually become incredibly flustered in that situation. Give me animals, insects, scenery, buildings, patterns or even curious signs and I'm perfectly fine. Put me around people and it's an entirely different story - I get nervous, self-conscious and so ridiculously awkward it's actually quite debilitating from a photography standpoint. I even purposefully signed up for a couple of portraiture photography courses a few years ago to push myself into confronting - and hopefully overcoming - this bizarre timidity and apparently, from those who've witnessed it, I thankfully don't come across as 'awkward' as I might feel on the inside, but suffice to say, I will never be a wedding photographer. In fact the whole idea reminds me of learning to scuba dive many years ago. I was working in the incredibly gorgeous and aquatic paradise of the Maldive Islands for several months and, right from the get-go, the opportunity was there for me to do the PADI Open Water scuba courses for free. Yet I held off and held off - leaving it right up until the final few weeks of my contract, before actually taking the dive school up on their offer. Again it was that sense of pushing myself to confront something that I ultimately find quite nerve-wrecking. I was afraid I'd freak out under water and suddenly shoot to the surface, giving myself the bends in the process. But I did the course and then proceeded straight after to the Advanced Open Water Diver course which even involved a night dive - the thought of which genuinely scared me, but I did it and what's more, I loved it. (It's a whole other world underwater after dark.) That said, diving certificates or not, it's still a major push for me to sign myself up for a dive. It's a great feeling to do it and it's spectacular to enjoy the whole underwater life, but scuba diving does not come easy to me and, as much as I hate to admit it given the absolutely breathtaking experience it can be, it's unlikely that diving will ever be anything more than something I might try once in a blue moon on vacation (simply because I can).

And so it is with portrait photography for me. In fact, as much as I'd love to shoot animal portraits, I wonder if I'd feel the same pressure if I was shooting by request rather than randomly capturing the images/moments as and when I see them.

Thankfully though, for once I did not shy away from clicking the shutter when this little scene caught my eye during our last day of wandering around the magnificent city of Prague last summer. In fact I even took a couple of shots, of which this is the best - and he was kind enough to remain so concentrated on his book that he never even noticed me capture his portrait. You'd think I had purposefully asked him to pose there for me. Again, just one of those moments where planets align and I happened to have my camera at the ready.
So casual and cool, this guy was simply
enjoying his book while unwittingly
presenting me with this fantastic photo opp.

So, to this handsome fella, whoever you are, thank you so much for making my photograph one that I feel proud of - and proving that perhaps I can push myself to take portraits after all (even if the thought does still make me a little anxious).

Jan 16, 2015

Random Photo Friday - Fick Fog

It's not often that we get fog in Vancouver, even less frequent is thick fog - a real 'pea-souper' as we'd say in England, but we've enjoyed that exception to the rule a few times in the past couple of weeks and it makes for some difficult yet potentially amazing photography. Not least because of the way it obscures the fantastic views for which this city is so famous, but also, thanks to the 'inversion' effect, you can take the highway up towards the higher levels e.g. Cypress Bowl etc. and find yourself in bright sunshine above the clouds, where you can catch the most amazing views back down across the city and right out as far as the airport and beyond to Vancouver Island. If you're lucky, you might spot an airplane suddenly rising out from the fog as it climbs higher into the sky above.

Unfortunately most of the fog seems to be hanging around during the week and largely gone on the weekend so I've not been able to get to Cypress and take in the views back down to the fogged-in city but, one day last week, I decided finally to bring my camera to work with me and popped out during my lunch-break to capture photos from around the area where I work i.e. downtown near the water, not far from Canada Place.

I was thankful the fog was still hanging around and smothering many of the buildings. The scenery was quite eerie, enhanced moreso by brief glimpses of sunlight that endeavoured to break through just enough to reflect magnificently off the windows of nearby glass office towers and hotels, bouncing right back into the fog and lighting it up with incredible drama. I wasn't sure if I'd capture that same atmosphere on my images but, when I looked at them at home, I confess I am quite happy with many of them, of which this is my personal favourite:

Captured at the bottom of Howe Street,
near the Pan Pacific Hotel.
 I posted a group of them on my Flickr site and have had lovely feedback - some of the other favourites being this view of the Harbour Centre's revolving restaurant, looming ominously like a UFO over a neighbouring office tower - reminiscent of something from The Day The Earth Stood Still (1951):

Harbour Centre or UFO?

A lone seagull tries navigating its way through the thick fog.

Vancouver is a city of many disguises - it's amazing how radically different it can look - and feel - simply under a change of weather. Note to self also: It's always worth bringing my camera.

Jan 15, 2015

Onychophagia no more?

A while ago on this blog, I made a confession......I confessed to my embarrassing habit of onychophagia. In other words, being a life-long nail-biter (strictly finger-nails only, I might add - just to be clear!). Chronic nibbler and picker of my nails and the skin around them, to the point they were not only incredibly ugly but also sore, sometimes bleeding (bleedin' ugly, haha) and a point of embarrassment that I generally tried to keep hidden, hoping no-one would notice. Well, I am pleased to report that, since July of last year (when I made a valiant attempt to grow nice nails in time for my brother's August 9th wedding), I have not bitten them. Not only that but they're in great shape and to me they actually look pretty lovely these days :-). Check out these pics if you don't believe me:

All shiny and polished by my own fair hands no less. This pic
also shows off the lovely emerald ring my mum gave me when
I visited last summer. It was hers but she wants me to have it
and luckily we were both born in May and thus share emerald as
our birthstone. Handy that. (Get it....handy? Oh my, is there no
end to my enviable comedic talents?)

Just to prove the nails are good on both hands now
and that I'm not sneakily nibbling one but only
showing the other.
Anyway, I just thought I'd post this little update - more for myself than anything. Need to stay on track and keep myself reminded of just how much better (and less sore) it feels to actually have non-mangled-up nails that I'm horribly embarrassed by. And while I might still sometimes pick the skin around the edges, it's not nearly as bad as it was for a while there. I'm sure Lorne's relieved to no longer witness me with my fingers in my gob and hearing that awful chomping sound. Ugh, it's a nasty, icky, disgusting habit. Long may it be over and done with! Not least because a woman my age, who is ordinarily well-groomed and takes care of her appearance, should not be let down by relentlessly gnawing on stubby fingernails. Definitely not a pretty site.

So I hold my wine glass with pride - to long, healthy, shiny nails - cheers!

Jan 2, 2015

Random Photo Friday: Happy New Year, 2015!

Spotted during a New Year's Day walk along Vancouver's Seawall.

Holy tempes fugit, Batman - how did we end up here again so soon?!!! Another orbit completed (as my brother said) and back to day 1 (well day 2 to be exact) of a New Year  already. These things seem to roll around faster each year. I feel like someone's secretly hacked an extra 100 days off each year for the past ten. Heck, I struggle to account for what on earth I did with the last 365 days. I know they were - for me personally - mostly pretty good, and for that I am extremely thankful. While I might not have felt at all well in the month running up to Christmas, courtesy of several weeks of intense, unexplained stomach pains and strong waves of nausea, the cause of which  has yet to be determined - I am pleased to report that my Christmas was not ruined by it. Since taking a course of buscopan (to relieve the intensity of the gastro-intestinal muscle spasms) I've actually felt pretty good for the past week and have certainly more-than-made-up-for any reduced appetite endured in the weeks preceding the hols. Suffice to say, I've stuffed my gob full of all the usual Christmassy culprits; Quality Street, mince pies, stollen, croissants, marzipan, nuts, stinky cheese & crackers, crisps and basically anything else I could lay my hands on.

Red Racer Gingerhead - Who knew you
could bottle the taste of Christmas?
Not to mention the 'spirits' side of the seasonal festivities, mostly in the form of scotch from our collection, a bottle of Spicebox Pumpkin Spiced Whiskey from Vicky and Mike, the obligatory mulled wine plus some rather delectable brews, including this one from one of my fave local breweries - Red Racer. Their "Gingerhead" Gingerbread Stout tastes like Christmas in a glass, deliciously spicy - almost plum-pudding like - but without being too overwhelming or in your face. I certainly won't object to finding it in my Christmas stocking next year, that's for sure.

Anyway, for now there's a whole new year ahead.....who knows what remains to be written?