I'm currently working on a project called 'then and now' in Montreal. I hope to find an old archive of something fantastic and then replicate the photograph exactly Ex: parchment paper to make sure the angles are all exact. 

Too bad I am finding this assignment rather difficult. I've found three photos I want to replicate so far and upon arriving at the place they were taken I have discovered that due to new structures/forests I wont be able to show that its the same building at the same angle.

Bah Humbug. 

I intend on finishing this, my multimedia piece, several shoots for my social issue, finish article, etc etc etc... As well as spend a whack of time with my moms and aunt. 

This morning I woke up and cuddled Bizou (my nickname for moms cat) or more to the point she slammed into me demanding pets. 

I wish I could sit here and write more but I have to get out in the rain to look for more of the places in these photographs.

GRIFFINTOWN HOW YOU ARE DESTROYING MY IDEAS! 

When I was nine years old my mother went to Bangladesh to do a project on Trafficking against women and children. She was in Dhaka for a few months before she decided to get her partner Kari and I to join her and then travel around India for a while.

This is where it started for me. They gave me a little point and shoot camera for christmas that I must have taken hundreds of photographs with. I later lost that camera in a Cab in Kerala.

In middle/high school I was the girl with the camera strapped to her shoulder at all times. I wont lie and say I was a fantastic photographer but I did manage to record both middle and high school very well. At this point my mother was the editor of one of the local papers so Instead of taking the bus home I would walk up to her office and hang out with people in the office. Im sure I was very annoying many times but I loved the atmosphere of the little paper and that was also a defining factor in my getting to Photojournalism.

As I already stated I have always been interested in Photography I just wasn't sure where in Photography I fit or more to the point where I wanted to fit. In 2007 I went to visit my mothers in Montreal and one of the things we decided to check out was the World Press Photo exhibit. I was pretty lost in the world that year and searching for something to focus on but when I got to this exhibit I realized what I wanted to do Immediately. I wanted to be a Photojournalist.

Within weeks I had convinced everyone in my family to give me money instead of gifts for both my birthday and christmas gifts so I could afford the camera I wanted. The Canon 40D. When my mom and I went to Henry's to pick it up on Boxing day I talked to the guy behind the counter about why I was getting it. He told me about this great program in Belleville at Loyalist College.

I thought I was going to go to OCAD for Photography and then transfer to Ryerson after for their journalism program but upon hearing about Loyalist I decided I would apply for that even though I didn't have an appropriate Portfolio ready.

Most of the people in my family thought I should wait for the following year to apply at Loyalist so I could prepare myself etc but I decided to throw caution to the wind and just apply. A few weeks later I got a letter saying "CONGRATULATIONS" on the cover and here I am now. In my second year of Photojournalism at Loyalist College. Living with my best friend in an awesome little apartment with a makeshift portrait studio in our back living room.

...and for now I am going to sign off and go drink an oversized cup of tea and cuddle my cat charlie for a bit.