my life in photographs

We went to a vineyard and it was covered in roses. Happiness happiness happiness.
Vernon, British Columbia

We visited a goat farm where little baby goats were learning how to walk and adult goats were gentle even with their horns. It made me want to have a house on the side of a mountain with my own family of goats.
Vernon, British Columbia

In the heartbeat of the Okanagan, where wildflowers bloom and sway in the summery wind. We hiked the trail, listened for rattlesnakes, admired the landscape and flowers until we reached the bottom where we swam in the lake.
Vernon, British Columbia

Wildflowers in the Okanagan, wildflowers on Vancouver Island.
Vernon, British Columbia  & Bamberton Campground

I looked at the stream from the shore and thought I must be dreaming, it wasn't until I stepped into the water and felt my feet sink into the rocks that I realized it was all real, very very real.
Goldstream Campground

I may not be able to have my own garden on the road, but the world itself is a garden, there are flowers all around us. A family of hydrangea flowers in downtown Victoria.
Victoria, British Columbia

Painting our teeth red with local raspberries after visiting the home where my parents used to live. Hiking through the stream.
Victoria, BC & Goldstream Provincial Park

We rented bikes and cruised through the forest until we came upon an ice cream shack. The air was so warm, you could barely taste the cold on top of the cone.
Rathtrevor Campgrounds

A family of geese. The ocean at Rathtrevor.
Rathtrevor Beach

Inside the forest.
Rathtrevor Campgrounds

We walked through a real life skyrim. The woods here are magical.
Englishman River Provincial Park

Me, my banjo, and the forest around me.
Englishman River Campgrounds

Where we swam –  a natural pool of water in the heart of an old growth forest. It felt like a dream to me.
Goldstream Campgrounds

Playing my banjo and singing by the sea after a full day of swimming in it.
Rathtrevor Beach

Farewell to our month long camping adventure. We are home after days and nights spent eating campfire food, hiking woody trails, swimming in seawater, scrubbing pots by bare hand, whistling with the wild birds and waking up in the old growth forest. There are so many stories and photographs to be shared from our trip, but for now I am just grateful to have a home with a warm bed in it.

I'll be seeing you soon.

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Some of my favorite childhood memories were the days I spent camping by the sea. It was there where I learned how to love the natural world and not be afraid or ignorant of it. I can remember how soft the marshmallows tasted after twirling around the open fire pit, they were always too soft or slightly burnt but we were just happy to be alive in the summertime.
On June twenty fifth, Carter and I will be leaving for an adventure of our own a journey through the mountains and blackberry bushes until we reach the sea on Vancouver Island. We bought a van, turned the back seat into a shelter, saved our coins, booked our campgrounds, laughed at the odds of it all coming true and now we're counting down the few days left before we say goodbye to our nest and call ourselves ocean bound.

For all of July, my alarm clock will be the wavering pine and the sun rising above my shoulders. In the afternoon, when my cheeks are rosy from the morning light, I will hike the woody trail, swim in the seawater, or fall asleep to the birds singing. I will have evening for watching firewood shrink when it kisses the fire and I will have Carter to play music and moonlight card games with me.

There will be very few showers, certainly no bubble baths, only the seawater to make us feel clean. If you have any favorite camp fire recipes or songs, please share them with us.  :)

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the bark and blossom

The blossoms are so brightly lit and friendly at this time of year. I stand below them and let their fragrance surrender to the springtime heat, it makes me wonder what my life would be like in a place where flowers don't grow and then I tell myself I shouldn't wonder about such things because it makes me feel too sad. I will always try to remember the way a family of flowers growing on a tree makes me see the world as a forgiving and beautiful place. Some people walk right passed these trees without even noticing, but maybe they are the lucky ones, for they have nothing to miss when the trees go away.

Life is beautiful when you let yourself go to the places that make you feel the happiest.
For me, this is beneath a flowering tree in the springtime.

Daisy Vest & Sunhat  Thrifted at Value Village
Tulle Skirt – OASAP
Shoes – ALDO

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