Beautiful light, delicious honey, Belleville Farmer's Market, Ontario.

Patrick Yao at the Quinte Rotary Music Festival, awaiting his turn while his brother speaks with the adjudicator.

Sierra Bedford joins in the dance at a Girl Guides Grow Guiding event.

An archaeological dig in Belleville, overlooking city hall and historic Billa Flint House.

My son, Brodie, a typical little boy, running along the shore with a stick at a lake in Algonquin Park.

One of my favourite spots along Highway 62 on the drive up to Madoc, Ontario.

Frank Hamilton, the master of ceremonies at the annual Remembrance Day service in Napanee, Ontario.

Eddy the polar bear swims in the tank at Aquarium du Quebec, Quebec City.

Autumn leaves, Prince Edward County, Ontario.

Fort Henry Guard, Kingston, Ontario.

 Charlotte Lake, near Barry's Bay, Ontario.

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Fishermen on their way home, Ocho Rios, Jamaica.

I am drawn to fence posts - I spotted these on the way home from Peterborough.

Lighthouse, South Baymouth, Manitoulin Island, Ontario.

Fishing lures, Manitoulin Island, Ontario.

Lake Huron islands, on route from Manitoulin Island to Tobermory, Ontario.

My daughter, Alicia, on her salamander exploration.

These vapour trails make me think of two things: The Wizard of Oz and Harry Potter...

Brodie's footprint in the red sands of Prince Edward Island.

Sand dunes at North Rustico, Prince Edward Island.

A picturesque garden shed at North Rustico, Prince Edward Island

Cellist Peter Cleary of the Quinte Symphony.

During the 50th anniversary season of the Quinte Symphony, and on the 20th anniversary of his tenure as Music Director of the symphony, Maestro Gordon Craig performs on the clarinet, while his friend and colleague, Maestro Glen Fast, conducts.

Meyers Pier, Belleville, Ontario.

Storm clouds loom - Belleville City Hall, Ontario.

Serenity...

 The Quinte Ballet School perform Hoe Down at the 35th anniversary of the school.

Spark Madison Duffy listens intently to the instructions for the next dance at a Grow Guiding event.

The Snowbirds and Hawk One do a flypast at CFB Trenton.

Photography has always been a passion for me. I started as a child with a Kodak Hawkeye Instamatic II which I remember taking to England while visiting my grandparents. I still have some of those old photos -  pictures of animals at the London Zoo, images of airplanes at RAF London British Aviation Museum in Hendon, and family portraits with our grandparents in their back garden in Fareham.
Years later, I traveled throughout the United Kingdom on my own. At that time, I took a previously enjoyed 35mm Minolta SLR I had purchased at a second hand shop.
While staying in a youth hostel in Oban, Scotland, it was stolen. I was devastated. It was like losing my best friend. I had only just begun my travels but there was no way I could continue without a camera, so I purchased an old Russian Zenit from a camera shop on the hill in Oban. The shutter didn't sink properly, and it made such a noise when I snapped a photo, but it was just what I needed to continue on my way.
Now, finally, after years of introspection, I am taking photojournalism at Loyalist College. I shoot with a  Nikon D700, a camera I love, and I attempt to capture more than just the picturesque and familial. To me, candid photos are the best kind of photos. Capturing someone in the moment is the truest kind of picture - faces and expressions are real, and honest.
As for writing, it is my way of expressing myself. I am a very private person, and am known to be quite quiet in conversation, but what I lack in conversation, I make up for in my writing. I love to write about what I have witnessed, attempting to paint a picture with words, setting the mood and portraying the emotion.
My happy place is in photographing; my emotional vent is in writing. If I was no longer permitted to do either, I would no longer be me.