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02/26/2026

What If The Worst News Of Your Life… Became The Permission Slip You Never Knew You Needed?

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I first met Laura at her consultation.

Fun. Bubbly. A young mom with twin girls, Judy and Daphne, just Four and a half years old.

Somewhere in that conversation she told me she was living with stage four cancer.

Palliative.

Usually when I sit in a room with someone carrying that reality, you can feel it. The air changes.

But not with Laura.

She was full of life. Telling stories about raising twins in Halifax with her husband Roddy. Living what she called “the dream.”

Until the fall down the stairs.

They thought the broken arm and back pain were from that.
But it wasn’t healing.
The pain wasn’t letting up.

At a massage appointment in Halifax, she mentioned night sweats.

Her therapist stopped mid-treatment.
Lifted her hands from her body.

Told her to call her husband Roddy.

Go to emergency.

Now.

Not tomorrow.

She warned her not to mention the long drive back from Cape Breton that week so they wouldn’t dismiss it as from that.

A scan.

Then another one 25 minutes later.

They know it's serious now.

Cancer in her liver, breast, and bones.

They told her she was the sickest person they had ever treated.

They weren’t sure it wasn’t too late.

Roddy left work immediately.
Stayed home.
Lifting her in and out of bed.
Caring for the girls.
Life as they knew it stopped that day.

They decided to move home. (Roddy grew up in New Waterford, Laura's parents grew up in New Waterford, they met in Halifax, that is for another story!)

They bought a small home thinking it would only be Roddy and the girls.

Fast forward to our shoot.

This is many many months later.

Laura looks fantastic.

Like beautiful fantastic.

Her sister-in-law Dawn came along. The last time I saw Dawn was almost 25 years ago when I was in a boardplayhouse production of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and she played Nurse Ratchet!

The real Dawn is nothing like that character.

She is sweet and super auntie to the max to the girls, and they adore her.

Photographing twins under five by the way is organized chaos. I’ve learned to see group photos like puzzles. Get this piece right. Then that one. Blend it later.

I’ve been dissecting moments in Photoshop for years.

Funny enough, life has taught me to do the same.

Deal with a piece here, a piece there.

Reveal day, I met Roddy.

Picture the friendliest guy you’d strike up a conversation with in a waiting room.

That’s him.

There’s a freedom about the two of them. A lightness that doesn’t make sense on paper.

They told me the hospital gave them books on how to tell your children you’re dying.

They moved home. Bought a house that would work for a single dad and two little girls.

Not because they were negative.

Because that was the reality placed in front of them.

By the grace of God, the radiation to her bones worked.

It only works for a small percentage of people.

The day of their reveal, Laura looked vibrant. Alive. They had just come back from Jack Frost in Charlottetown with the girls.

When I asked them what gift this has given them, they didn’t hesitate.

Permission.

Permission for Laura to stay home.
Permission to slow down.
Permission to be silly.

She runs through the school in an inflatable suits while kids chase her down the hall. (True story)

They said before this, the girls would have been in daycare from morning to night.

They would have been grinding through busy Halifax life, chasing the next thing.

Now?

They can’t get enough of each other.

(Are you crying yet? 'Cause I am as I write this)

The sickness brought them home to Cape Breton.

Closer to family.
Closer to roots.
They are living in the moment.

And I sat there realizing something.

We chase bigger houses.
Bigger cars.
Bigger trips.

All while the important things are usually sitting right in front of us.

This is coming from someone who works more than anyone I know.

But I love my clients.
I pray for them.
I think about them.
I worry about them.

In many ways, they are my extended family.

Laura and Roddy reminded me that joy is not the absence of hardship.

Sometimes it’s the decision to live fully right in the middle of it.

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Also they are our newest Cutest Little Capers!!!!!

02/25/2026

She not going to like this.

At least that’s what Natasha told me.

“It’s not her thing.”
“Let’s just get it done.”

That was the expectation.

Then Irelyn walked in.

Within minutes, I knew something they didn’t.

She was completely natural in front of the camera.

Not flashy.
Not loud.
Just grounded.

Comfortable in her own skin.

She brought her prom dress. It looked beautiful on her. I could tell she felt a little vulnerable. Dressing up like that isn’t her usual world.

Her world looks more like this:

School.
Ski patrol, and instruction
Responsibility.

She’s the kind of kid you don’t have to wake up twice. You don’t have to chase for homework. She just does what needs to be done.

Structure. Discipline. Quiet maturity.

Now Natasha works at TD Bank. Has for most of her career. Numbers. Systems. Stability.

So when I asked Irelyn what she admired most about her mom, her answer tickled me.

“I’ll always be stable with her.”

I already understood.

But I asked her to explain it anyway.

She gets a weekly budget from her mom… and "she’s half expecting interest charges any day now."

That dry humour.
That bond.
Best friends, but with boundaries.

Then we put Irelyn in her ski gear.

And that’s when everything shifted.

She came alive.

Movement. Confidence. Spark.

We were laughing watching the screen because she looked like she belonged in a ski catalogue.

And honestly? Why not.

Next year she’s heading into medical sciences.

Smart. Capable. Focused.

And by the way, bilingual.
She goes to the French School in Sydney.

Here’s the part I love most.

When she was little, she wanted to ski.
Her mom told her she had to take lessons first.

Irelyn was not impressed.

Now it’s one of her defining passions.

Sometimes the thing we resist becomes the thing that shapes us.

And sometimes the teenager who says,
“This isn’t my thing…”

Just hasn’t seen themselves yet.

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02/24/2026

This is my fifth time photographing Ava.

And every single time, she walks in the same way.
Calm.
Simple.
No performance.
What you see is what you get.

But don’t let the quiet fool you.

This girl is an elite athlete. She plays on Team Canada.
That’s not recreational.
That’s selected.
Earned.
Fought for.

And the athleticism? Her legs look like they were engineered in a superhero lab.

I told her she looks like one of those limited edition action figures you keep in the box because it’s too impressive to take out.

What gets me more than the talent is this:

She’s insanely smart.
She’s wildly disciplined.
And she’s humble.

Janine, her babysitter and my longtime friend, started watching her when she was three.
Summers swimming.
Walks to Tasty Treat.
Winters sledding and snowmen.
Now she’s graduating in June.
That’s how fast life moves.

Janine says Ava is one of the hardest working people she knows. A leader on and off the field.

I believe it.

And Nora seems cut from the same cloth. She’ll be playing soccer next year for Cape Breton University. You’ll be reading about her too.

Ava wants to be a dentist like her dad. Elite athlete. Future professional. Still kind. Still grounded.

Prom is coming up, so I get her back in the studio one more time before she launches.

And something tells me this is just the beginning.

I’ll be watching. 📸

02/24/2026

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02/24/2026

What if the most powerful portrait of your life… hasn’t been taken yet?

Not when you were 18.

Not on your wedding day.

Not when everything was smooth and untouched.

Now.

After the battles.
After the rebuilding.
After the wisdom.

Our 40 Women Over 40 campaign isn’t about pretending you’re younger.

It’s about finally seeing yourself clearly.

This season of life?
It carries strength.
It carries story.
It carries a kind of beauty that doesn’t ask permission anymore.

Most women tell me the same thing at first:

“I’m not photogenic.”
“I need to lose ten pounds.”
“I’ll wait until…”

But here’s the truth.

You don’t need to change a thing to be worthy of being seen.

This experience isn’t about pictures.

It’s about permission.

Permission to step in front of the camera.
Permission to take up space.
Permission to celebrate the woman you’ve become.

And when you see yourself the way the world already does…

Something shifts.

Wanda has been a friend of the studio and myself for many years.

Good woman

Generous heart.

Kind

I got to her even better last year when her sister in law was sick and passed away.

She knew the importance of family and had a beautiful family shoot done.

We all remarked how pretty she is and she allowed me to talk her into this!

She deserved it.

You deserve it.

Spend 15 minutes with me and let me hear your story and I can give you as many reasons as to why you do.

This is NOT a competition.

This is NOT for only women in their 40's.....
50's, 60's we even had a shoot with a lovely lady who is in her 80's!

This is about empowering you.

We will have a celebration next January where we will unveil your favourite portrait.

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Bring your favourite people.

It is gonna be a time!

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02/23/2026

You can tell a lot about a young woman
by the friends she keeps.

And you can tell even more
by the mother who raised her.

Abigail is part of a tight circle at Memorial High School — five girls who also share life at DNR Dance.

They’re not loud.
They’re not flashy.
They’re focused.

The kind of girls who value loyalty over likes.
Depth over drama.

That doesn’t happen by accident.

It starts at home.

Annie is 19 years old.
A Camaro.
A drive out west with her boyfriend chasing something bigger.

Annie was excited.
Her husband had a plan.
Within a year… a house.
Momentum.
Direction.

They were young. Focused. Determined.

Then Abigail was born.

And everything shifted.

They sold it all. Packed up the dream. Came home. Still barely in their twenties. Starting again.

That’s sacrifice.
It takes courage.
That’s family first.

In many ways, Annie and Abigail grew up together.

And you can see it.

Not in loud declarations.
Not in dramatic gestures.

But in the way they sit beside each other.
In the way Abigail answers a question and Annie watches her, proud but calm.
In the way Abigail chose to spend New Year’s with her mom instead of at a party.

No pressure.
No guilt.
Just preference.

That kind of bond isn’t forced.

It’s built.

Abigail is the oldest of four. A dancer since she was four years old.

Focused. Disciplined. Steady.

At the reveal, her baby sisters Hannah and Gracie came.

I asked them the hard question.

“What’s your favourite thing about Abigail?”

The youngest finally said it.

“She tries to discipline us. She pretends to be mad… but she’s not really.”

What a good answer

I loved it.

Leadership wrapped in love.
Authority softened by kindness.
A big sister modelling what she’s seen her whole life.

You don’t accidentally raise that.

You live it first.

Annie once drove across the country chasing a dream.

Now she sits watching the dream she raised come to life in the kids!

That’s family.

There’s a little "constellation" at Memorial High School that also orbits around DNR Dance.

Five girls.
Kinda like sisters who chose each other.

Abigail is the fourth of that circle I’ve had the honour of photographing, and I can see the common thread.

Focused. Grounded. Loyal.

The opposite of flashy. They value depth over noise. That kind of friendship does not happen by accident.

And look at her friend group.

Focused. Driven. Grounded.

You don’t find friends like that by chance.
You recognize them.

I can't wait until the little sisters have their turn, they are cute and fun!

Oh, and one more thing......Abigail is headed to CBU next year to do her Bachelor of Science, she actually received the the President's Scholarship!

Happy Storm coming soon day everyone, get your shovels ready.....again I hear it starting in a few hours!

02/22/2026

There’s a line in the U2 song One that has always felt like a quiet truth:

“One life… but we’re not the same. We get to carry each other.”

That’s Lisa and Emily.

One life.
Not the same.
Carrying each other through it.

Lisa talked about how hard it is to let go. To trust your kids. To step back and let them be adults. Trust is terrifying. But it empowers them. It gives them room to rise. She sees that in Emily.

She admires how Emily thinks things through.
Logical.
Measured.
Not ruled by emotion the way Lisa says she sometimes is.
There’s balance there. A kind of emotional counterweight.

And when Emily sets her mind to something, she follows through.

She’s a gifted dancer. She can sing. And during Covid, because boredom apparently isn’t an option for her, she taught herself Korean.
To understand it.
Speak it.
Read it.
Lisa is Korean (born in Toronto) and laughed telling me she can’t even do all of that.

When Lisa stepped out of the room, I asked Emily what she admired about her mom.

Perseverance.
Ambition.
Seeing things through.

She told me they went to Hollywood together for the Golden Globe Awards as invited vendors when she was ten years old.

Her mother had a jewelry business and created works of art.

She understood even then that it was her mother’s work ethic that opened that door.

What struck me was this.

When they described each other, the words were different.
The meaning was the same.

Strength.
Follow-through.
Resilience.
Heart.

Emily is drawn to the arts, just like her mom. Lisa wouldn’t be surprised if she eventually built something there. But influenced by her dad, she’s pursuing radiology. Brilliant enough to do it. Creative enough to bring humanity into it.

And then her dad sent me this after the reveal:

He said Emily is the kindest, most compassionate, thoughtful person he has ever known. That when he’s faced with a hard moment, he asks himself, “What would Emily do?” and then does that.

He said she has never spoken negatively about anyone. Even when someone is unkind to her, she gives them the benefit of the doubt.

He told me she makes his life 100% better.
That if you’re lucky enough to have Emily in your life, she will be the sunshine in your heart.

Emily’s stepmother Michelle remarked about how much Emily loves animals and it sounds like at one point there was a zoo there! lol

You can’t manufacture that.

One life.
Not the same.
But clearly carrying each other.

And stronger because of it.

02/21/2026

Sometimes a graduation session isn’t about graduation.

It’s about who’s missing.

Caleb came in with his mom, dad, and Gracie for the consultation. They joked about the wild haircut.

The moustache.

“It’ll all be fixed.”

It was.

Clean cut. Fresh face. Chiseled features. When I put him under the lights, you could see it immediately.

Movie Star quality

But what stood out wasn’t his jawline.

It was his calm.

Around his neck was a gold anchor.

His grandfather’s.

Seven months ago, that grandfather passed away.

And you could feel that in the room.

When Caleb held the photo of him, Tracy tried to stay strong.

You know that first year of grief.
It sits on your chest.
Morning and night.
It doesn’t ask permission.

One minute we were teasing her about all the ladies at work thinking Caleb should model wondering who the cougars are.....

The next minute I was rubbing her back while she tried to breathe through it.

That’s real life.

I went around the room and asked each person what they loved about Caleb.

His grandmother listed qualities so fast I couldn’t keep up, almost like she's rehearsed it forever.

Polite.
Kind.
Respectful.
Never trouble.

His girlfriend Gracie said he’s patient with her.
That she feels safe with him.

His dad told me a teacher once said, “Whatever you’re doing, write an instruction book on parenting.”

Curtis said, “It’s not us. That’s just him.”

When I asked his mom, Samantha…

She tried to speak.

She just cried, muttered something out that I couldn't make out.

That told me everything.

We moved from suit to hoodie with his grandmother. That one was soft.
Gentle.
Tender.

Then hockey gear.

His dad talked about leadership. The “A” on his jersey over the years with other teams.

Being the glue that holds teams together.

And then something happened that said more than all the compliments combined.

After a long session, when everyone was tired, Caleb said,

“Can I get one with my dad? And one holding my grandfather’s photo?”

No one prompted him.

That was him.

In the middle of it all, I forgot the actual grad portrait.

That’s how wrapped up we were in the meaning of it.

We went back and did it properly. Even got him smiling instead of the family’s famous “Chandler smile.”

Reveal day was no different.

They all came back.

More tears. More stories.

Because this wasn’t just about a diploma.

It was about a grandfather who should have been standing there.

It was about a family holding tight to what remains.

But already steady.

Already carrying more than most young men his age.

And anchored by love that doesn’t disappear. ⚓

02/19/2026

A few years ago, Jacob stood in my studio for a family portrait.

His mom and dad were both there that day.

Tracy and Colin Shebib.

I knew Colin. Knew his family. Good people. Solid roots in this town. He was sick.

A week or two later… he was gone.

Kind of unexpected, even though he was sick. We just never know.

That’s one of the reasons I push for family photos when you’re here for a grad session.

Not to upsell you.

To protect you.

Because you don’t know what a photo will mean… until it means everything.

Fast forward to today.

Jacob is graduating.

He has grown into what I can only describe as an old soul in a young man’s body.

Calm.
Measured.
Thoughtful.

This time, instead of asking Tracy what her favorite thing about her son is, I asked something different:

“What’s the biggest thing you’ve learned from Jacob?”

Without hesitation she said,
“His peace.”

She told me he responds logically. Methodically. He thinks before he speaks.

She said she reacts emotionally.

And sometimes… she feels like he’s the parent.

Wow.

I know his grandfather, Lawrence. The man behind the North Sydney food bank and housing for low-income families. A steady presence. A builder of things that last.

And I remember meeting this version of Jacob before.

Last year he came with his girlfriend Sloane for her Riverview graduation session. Same quiet strength.

I asked him what he wanted to be.

“Psychiatrist, maybe.”

Chills. I can so see that, just something about him.
His quiet kind voice that reassures you without trying.

I recommended two movies, Good Will Hunting and Awakenings.

He’d already seen one. Went home and searched for the other. Months later he came back excited to tell me how much he loved it.

I can see it.

Kind.
Compassionate.
Slow to anger.
Thinking deeply before he speaks.

A Robin Williams kind of presence, from the Good Will Hunting movie.

Tracy looks different now.
Lighter.
Brighter.

She told me she’s 53. I told her she doesn’t look a day over 40.

She said she’s not stressed anymore, and that is totally understandable.

Grief changes you.
Worry ages you.

You don’t get over losing someone like Colin.

You learn to live with it.

Joy and ache share the same space.

We didn’t talk about that during the session. We didn’t need to.

But if they’re reading this… they know.

I was so pleased to see her so happy and so proud of her boy.
She has a genuine sweetness about her.
Look at her in the portrait of her and Jacob.
Authentic joy.

She was surprised Jacob wanted to take a portrait of him and his mom with him to Halifax next year where he will be enrolled in Saint Mary's University along with his girlfriend Sloane!

I enjoyed my time with them so much.

I think the world of Jacob. I see something special in him too.
Such a likeable young man.

So here’s the takeaway:

You can learn from your kids.

And don’t wait on family photos.

Not until you lose weight.
Not until life “slows down.”

Life does not slow down.

It moves.

And sometimes it moves without warning.

I believe it is the most important portrait we do.

02/19/2026

Twins have always fascinated me.

Probably because my mother was a twin.

When I was little, I couldn’t tell her and my aunt apart. I’d run full tilt toward one of them thinking I’d found Mom… only to realize I’d chosen the wrong duplicate.

They loved it. I was less impressed. 😄

Most twins, once you know them, you can tell apart easily.
If not by their faces, then by their wiring.

George and John look alike enough.

But personality? Entirely different operating systems.

George is quieter.
Observant.
The thinker.
The one who probably reads the instructions before assembling the furniture.

John says his favourite thing about him is, “He helps me with homework.” That tells you everything.

John, on the other hand, is pure spark.
Outgoing.
I suspect class clown territory whether he’s at school or at home.

The kind of kid who can’t resist pushing the punchline just a little further.

They’re heading in fitting directions too.

George into carpentry.
John into mechanics.

Two future tradesmen who’ll likely never have to call anyone to fix anything. I told their dad they’ll be handy fellas to have around the house. He didn’t disagree.

Connor, their older brother, I photographed a few years back. Calm. Steady. “Hardly knew we had him,” their dad Lenny said.

Then these two arrived.

And apparently flipped the house into a full-contact sport.

As toddlers, they were what I’d call synchronized chaos.

One distracted Dad.
The other climbed into the heat duct.

They once opened a bedroom window and launched anything they could lift out and also onto the neighbour’s vehicle.
Dinkies.
Toys.
Whatever fit. If it required teamwork, even better. A coordinated aerial assault.

Their father called another chapter “faecal art.”

Every morning, still in diapers, they’d escape their containment system and redecorate the walls with what can only be described as biological enthusiasm.

Not once.

Daily.

For over a month.

No diaper design could outwit them.
Little Houdinis with a shared mission.

Lindsay showed me a video of them play-fighting with wrapping paper rolls.
The best part was the low, demonic growl they both produced.

I hesitated before saying it reminded me of a 70s horror film… but Dad laughed immediately and agreed.
So apparently I wasn’t alone in that thought.

They’ve had rivalry phases too. Like most brothers.

I told them about my own brother and me.

Tight when we were little.
Then came the fisticuffs years.
Now? Closer than ever.

Sometimes friction forges respect.
You earn peace the hard way.

You can already tell these two will have each other’s backs.
They still share a room.

My brother and I did too. There’s something about navigating shared space that teaches you more about boundaries and humanity than any classroom ever could.

It’s the best training ground for the world.

One regret? I wish I had photographed them the moment they came out in their suits. They had them on like kids dressing each other for church. We fixed it quickly… but that first version had charm.

I never get bored doing this.

Every family brings a different story.
Different rhythm.
Different lessons.

And sometimes… a reminder that patience is a spiritual gift earned the hard way. 😅

Oh and one more thing, I remarked to the dad, "funny you didn't take a nervous breakdown during that time."

His reply still tickles me to this day.

With a slightly maniacal grin, he replied, "maybe they did, maybe this is what it looks like."

Have the best day, everyone.

02/19/2026

Prayers tonight to Saint Rita on this Ash Wednesday

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