I’m starting something new just for me, My Illustrated Life, a visual journal that will become full of all the inspiring/beautiful/creative/insightful/fun things that I want to remember. I hope to finish this first chapter by next spring, when I plan to start My Illustrated Journey, The Painted Road Project.

Browsing through photos, I realized my hands feel so cold lately because my skin has barely seen the sun in weeks. It was a very short summer in Lawrencetown. My thoughts wander off to how it will feel to be warm more days than cold next year. Until then, I’ll enjoy the fresh salty air through the open doors and windows, bundled up in my hoody and slippers while I work. I refuse to put the heat on in September. This photo gives me warmth though, taken a…

I love my mom and dad so much. I spend 51 weeks of the year missing them. They live in Northern Ontario, while we live in Nova Scotia, about 1900 km apart. So when the idea sparked that they might be visiting this summer (instead of the usual Christmas get-together at my sister’s home in Wakefield, Quebec) the daydreamer in me went into overdrive. They had never been to Cape Breton, and I was set on somehow making the stars align so I could take them around the…

After years of pondering over every possible camper option, and a year searching online for the right home for us, we finally found her! Welcome Shasta, from Truro, Nova Scotia… Shas·ta noun ˈshastə “A beautiful mountain, a gorgeous lake, a precious little daisy. An all american beautiful girl can be described as a shasta. It is also the name of an indian tribe. Shasta means having Natural Beauty. Someone who is majestic.”

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