Make It Happen
My mother was an officer in the Royal Air Force, a nurse who trained at Florence Nightingale’s St. Thomas’s Hospital in London. She met my father in Cyprus. She’s where I get at least 50% of my wanderlust. This weekend we were wandering around Coal Harbour, in Vancouver, when I made an off-the-cuff comment about jumping on a float plane. Mom said she’d never done that, but always wanted to. 30 minutes later we were in the air, and while seeing Vancouver and this beautiful coast from the air was amazing, it was nothing compared to seeing the joy on her face when she climbed into the co-pilot’s seat. Afterwards she told me she never thought she’d get to fly in a float plane. How many of the adventures do we dream of that can be so easily had, and yet so easily put off? $100 each and we’ve memories together we’ll never forget. How much fun was it watching my mother grin like the Cheshire cat while taking photographs for an hour? I can’t even tell you.
Imagine this: you write a list of 20 things you’ve always wanted to do. Each year you save the money to do it, and you make it happen. 20 dreams in 20 years. Beats looking back and wishing, doesn’t it? What’s on the list?
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Thiksey Monastery, Ladakh, India. 2008 Click to view larger. This is a bit of a rambling one. A couple years ago I was headed to Bosnia, in the process of buying Jessie, my Land Rover Defender, and planning to leave my home for a year in pursuit of stories, adventure, and some fresh air. The […]
Photographing My Father
This fall I took my girl and my camera to visit my father. We drank some wine, watched the leaves change colour, spent some time riding around the back roads in his 1949 Willys Jeep, Patches. And we went off for an hour to do a portrait project I’ve been wanting to do, more and […]
Ladakh, India, 2008. A year ago, on Easter weekend, I fell 30′ from a wall in Pisa, Italy. Most of you know that. I shattered both feet, cracked my pelvis and was told I would never walk the same again, and would “always have a limp, though you’ll limp with both feet, so it won’t […]
Quebec City, 2012. After an amazing night in Quebec City, wandering around in the fog and snow, we drove to New Brunswick and then to Maine. And when I say we drove to Maine, I do not mean we drove into Maine. We tried. But after 5 hours of questioning, an extensive vehicle search, and […]