Photography

The world was introduced to me on a small farm outside of Theodore, SK. My mom says she had a green kitchen. My parents moved our family to Yellowknife, NT when I was two years old. 27 years later, the only evidence of our farm is a collapsed barn and an old chicken coup. The life of our family farm and that of many across the provence lies in the memories of those who came before me. Someday, there will only be me and I need to record what remains of proof of our existence.

Saskatchewan - abandoned memory