my definition of home has changed throughout the years, and I continue to apply the term to many places I reside, but also to the places that I go to get away from everyday life. Tonight I am going to stay at my mom's house to watch my brother, and will likely stay for a couple days. To me, though I have never lived in that house, I consider myself to be 'going home' nonetheless. Where I am living now, in a city, in the suburbs, with no car and no means of escape... I often feel trapped, and yet I live here, it is technically my home.

but my true home awaits my return; the rolling hills of the country, fresh air, blue skies for miles.

and that, I think, is more home to me than any other place. home is not just a house; its the place your mind wanders to when you're lonely, and the place your heart never left behind.

So recently there has been talk among my classmates about one of our teachers, who some find to be offensive and unprofessional, and others claim to hold him in high regard. This conversation was posted on Facebook among myself and fellow students... much was said, and everyone (from both sides) voiced their opinions. The spark of this was the idea of a petition circulating to get this teacher 'investigated' for his behavior during class and his manner towards certain students (aka the ones who didn't kiss his ass)

Now, because of one student who felt the need to SHOW this conversation to the teacher in question, a series of events has been put into play in which myself and other students who spoke up against this teacher are now at risk to not graduate, and will likely be failed in this teacher's classes.

I have gotten the lecture already: it doesn't matter what your opinion is, apparently you should never put it in writing or voice it at all. I realize this point is true to some degree, but another part of me wants to know: how is any change is supposed to happen if we all censor our opinions?

Why do we live in a world where those who hold the power/authority can do as they please, and those who speak up get put down? I don't think I want to live in that world... and yet... I don't have a choice, do I?

This past weekend I attended a meet with fellow urban explorers in my area, and we made our way up North to the Muskoka Sanitarium; an abandoned tuberculosis/mental healthcare facility. It was my 4th year taking this trip, and yet I always find a new perspective to photograph, as I continue my obsessive love affair with this place.

Enjoy the (multitude) of photos! Including my huge series of textures.
love love love!

Peace out kids.

all we can hope for is to move forward, live, learn and laugh.

Hello all,

Merry holiday season to you... blah. It's hard to get into the Christmas spirit when you work in retail! lol. Customers can be so touchy this time of year. We need a little less bah-humbug and a lot less attitude, people!!

In other news, you may have noticed more macro work popping up... All thanks to an early Christmas
present from my dad: sigma 70mm macro lens =

Enjoy the new stuff, and keep on truckin' through the holidays.