The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Life of a hockey mom

Early rises, cold benches, warm pair of gloves and your breath always one step ahead of you with your hot cup of Tims in one hand and two hockey sticks in the other.  Your sleepy head kiddo pulls their bag behind them heading to the change rooms.  Nothing like the fresh ice cold air in the arena to awaken your senses that the only reason you are there is for the passion your child has and for the love of the game.  No matter how the day plays out, win or loose, those rosy cheeks, pouring sweat of their heads and their huge smile after getting off the rink says it all about how they played and how awesome their little heart feels.  It feels indescribable joy, that can only be seen in the twinkle of their eyes and felt by the beating of their heart.  They feel proud of doing good even if they got their butts kicked.  Their eyes sparkle with fire and hunger for something only a player can see and truly feel.

There are few moments that are so profound for me as a parent taking my children to their morning game or practice.  We are driving at the brink of dawn, the sun has barely awaken and it has just shot it's first glorious beam of light into the vehicle.  In my review mirror I see a young yawning girl with a semi stretched smile starring back at me.  Nothing is said.   The radio softly plays some random music channel.  I give her a wink and a smile and she smiles back with even a bigger grin.  I stare a little longer absorbing every second.  It's a moment I will never get back.  There is only one like it.  I have to look away and pay attention to the road as my eyes soon fill with tears.  Happy tears.  Tears of gratitude and such appreciation of something my daughter is experiencing.  A memory building and I am part of it.  At that moment, I feel her.  Her love, her passion, her dedication, everything she could potentially become, all her dreams and desires as a player are unveiled, my immense love for my child and her love for me, understanding and appreciating every single moment like this is so special and unique.

A profound moment of my boy scoring his 6 goals (that's 2 hat tricks) in one final game as a player in the house league.  His journey of being traded didn't feel so good initially and after a long hard battle to fit into an already established team was nevertheless achieved by only perseverance and his dedication.  We all thought he has given up after months of hard work, his sparkle was fading, his confidence has weakened, his frustration showed up in each game and then there was the final game of the season.   We all sat holding our breath as to what would happen.  He shoots and he scoooores!!  Then it happened a few more times.  After the 1st hat trick I was up on my feet, my eyes fully teary clapping so proud and so happy, shouting "that's my boy" while feeling something I cannot put into words.  When the 2nd hat trick was completed, I was beyond myself.  It felt surreal.  It felt like an out of body experience.  It was magical.  So special.  It only happens once for the first time.  There is nothing like it.

Both memories equally dear to my heart and those are only two.  I have thousands...........

I don't know, maybe some people get it and some don't.  If you have never experienced such moments they are hard to describe in order to be felt.  But I do feel many parents feel something significant in terms of their kids playing a sport they love so much, something they are passionate about, and keep working so hard at.

I would walk through fire to give both my kids their ultimate destination.  However, I know it is a journey they must walk through, the bad, the good and the ugly.  And then there are the amazing.  The moments that you hope they remember as they reflect back onto their past, we all hope they take with them something almost tangible in their hearts that will bring tears to their eyes upon embracing their memories.  The ultimate happiness, is the moment of realization in your very present that everything you have done up to this point in life has been absolutely perfect and should be as is.

It is all I want for my kids.  Education, sports, fun and laughter in everything they do and a lifetime of special memories to carry them through the rest of their life to their ultimate moments of absolute happiness.

Dream on.... reach for those stars (in your case pucks) and never give up!

Your hockey mom ♥

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Boudoir 1 on 1

I love shooting these boudoir pics.... it's totally opposite of newborn baby shoot yet if I had to choose which are my faves it would be these two types. 

The session was fabulous and normally scheduled for 2 hours, we found ourselves giggling and having a blast 3 hours later.  It helps when your subject is attractive and fun, easy going and not to mention willing to let you post images publicly.  She is one gorgeous lady. 










Friday, April 19, 2013

Colour my world

Ever since I was a little girl, I absolutely loved colour. There is something so magical about the colour palette each one is unique with it's own energy it resonates. I remember chasing rainbows and being in an absolute gaga over them. To this day, I pick up a coloured pencil and take a little time to observe it's perfection. My adore for the colour spectrum is reflected in all of my painted pieces. I have in the past been overwhelmed by the colour selections and simply had to do a piece or two with all those amazing colours visible to the eye.

And just to think, without light everything would be colourless.

Colour exists and originates in the spectrum of light. Sunlight itself is colourless. We see things in colour because it is a visual perceptual property in humans, as the various substances called pigments absorb certain wavelengths of light and reflect others. What is reflected back to the eye appears as the colour of the object. All this depends on the spectral sensitivities of different type of cone cells in the retina. "Newton observed that colour is not inherent in objects. Rather, the surface of an object reflects some colors and absorbs all the others. We perceive only the reflected colors"

The condition of colour blindness is a type of colour vision deficiency that decreases the ability or it is an inability to see colour and to perceive the colour differences in normal light conditions. It is a fault in the development of one or more sets of retinal cones that perceive colour and transmit it to the optic nerve. The genes that produce photo-pigments are found in the X chromosomes therefore males have a higher probability to be colourblind due to the fact females carry two X chromosomes and one of the two functional genes would be sufficient to yield the required photo-pigments.

I cannot imagine my life without colour. After all - it is my light!

Happy Friday lovers,


Thursday, April 18, 2013

Thanks so much.....

The last few years have been so life changing for me, I wouldn't even know where to begin to describe a moment of transformation.  My story is so long I could write novels.  I have gone through some unfathomable physical pain, hardships and struggles on this journey we call life.   Call it a test or whatnot, we all endure our own dark times.  It has been through the support of some amazing friends and words of encouragements, lending an ear or as simple as offering a hug, that I have been able to get through all of it and come atop of the world feeling the rebirth.  To be honest, at some point in our life we all feel broken.  I was.  Not too long ago I have finally began seeing things in a different light, felt the urgency to believe again in the power of mankind, in goodness and in myself.  Many of you may not believe this but it has been a struggle to pursue my dream as an artist.  All of this was possible because of dear friends that know when one needs a friend, a phone call, shoulder to lean on or cry on, or lending a hand that I rarely ask for.  Thanks so much from my whole heart to all of you who stayed along my side on this journey, all of you who believe in me, encourage me, support me by your uplifting and kind words.  You restored my fundamental blocks of seeking to achieve the next step in my creative journey.  I love that I am able to express myself through many outlets, learn and grow on all levels as an individual and human in the physical and spiritual forms.  I hope that you continue being part of my life.  Each and every one of you make a difference in someone's life.  You make a difference in mine. 

Thanks so much.  ♥

PS:  The gift of a yellow flower can mean friendship, devotion, joy or even a wish for new beginnings. The symbolic meaning of flowers is usually attributed to the Victorians, who used various flowers and floral arrangements to send coded messages.  The images below are an expression of my gratitude.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

LIKE me on facebook

Click the above image to have access to my public facebook portfolio.  It's where I post some photoshoots (from "facebookians" only) and a bit of my life story.  I've reached a new milestone with over 350 fans. Thanks so much for the support and have an amazing day!

Monday, April 1, 2013

April showers bring May flowers....

The winter was way too long and cold.  I think we are all looking forward to the sunshine, birds chirping and the marvelous and colourful beauty of nature.  Happy Spring folks!!