I am not sure how one writes a blog, but I thought I would give it a go. I was born in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada. I am not a big fan of Moncton, never cared for the city at all, so don't peg me for a stereotypical Monctanite (whatever that is). Grew up in the village of Dorchester. Dorchester is close to the ocean, off the main highway. My backyard consisted of a lake, a train that ran periodically, and endless woods. I love camping, travelling, and being with friends and family. I am one of nine kids. Bless my hobbit of a mother for bearing all of us from small, wrinkled squirts to the time we left home. If I could go back in time with my camera I would have captured the moments of my childhood. They would have been a beautiful mess. Hand-me-downs, home-made cooking, taking care of a garden, sharing rooms and even beds, having one bathroom still to this day. Summers consisted of working at camp, working on a farm, fist fights, and getting spanked enough to bridge my bum cheeks together and cause me to walk like a penguin for a good day or two after. A caring father, a patient mother, and watching enough Disney movies time and time again that (it's embarrassing to admit) I might possibly know the words to most of them.
I will try to proofread my blogs but I lack patience in typing this out and re-reading seems to be a waste of time. I hope that's a good enough excuse so I can keep writing blogs without getting hate mail because of my spelling errors, grammar, and the fact that I don't make sense some of the time. For this, I apologize in advance.
I hope you enjoy my pictures, and the stories that go along with them.