Hands can be like sun flares.

Expressions of energy and want.

Conducting. Holding. Sharing. Mixing.

Foraging. Instructing. Plucking. Making. Protecting.

Around a decade ago I was walking through one of the backstreets of Abbotsford one evening and came across what was probably the single most impactful piece of graffiti or street art I’ve ever seen in my little life. It was very simple. Just three words. Spray painted about 10 inches high. Nothing fancy. FUCK YOUR DOUBT. It was perfect. I snapped a pic with my phone so I wouldn’t forget it and went on my way.

As a photographer it was a feast for portraits and action shots of people doing what they love. Volunteering is a fabulous way of throwing yourself in the deep end and seeing how well you can float.

To play.

HORSES. HORSES. HORSES. HORSES. HORSES. HORSES.

A small potato…