on losing a friend.

**note: i received a few worried messages following this post, asking if everything was ok. to clarify, i did not recently lose a friend - this post was a reflection on some things that had been settling for awhile, and anniversaries of the losses of a few friends. reflection is my form of healing... sorry to have worried anyone!

sometimes, when a friend loses their life, it's hard to know how to cope. how to go on. how to proceed with the monotony of real life. in that moment, your life changes, and you struggle with understanding how - you just know it will. and it has. in the moments following that realization, you often struggle with how it could even be. it doesn't feel real. you can't imagine what life without them means.

you feel an immense sense of guilt for laughter, happiness, or any seemingly menial feeling that you may feel. in the first moments - whether it be days, or weeks, or years - there are moments when you forget the world's loss, and you laugh. and the amount of guilt you feel when you laugh overwhelms you. you promise you will feel only feelings that are distraught for the rest of your life. you think of nothing but them. the thought of the world without them, and how each piece of your life together can't possibly ever be the same. you think of how you can't possibly laugh, smile, think or cry without them there to do so with you. you are angry with the world - when you see people walking around as though nothing has changed. do they not know what the world has lost? the moment they were lost was the moment the world changed, and those people around you - coworkers, disconnected friends, and even strangers - don't seem to care.

and then, days, weeks, or months later, you laugh again. and it becomes easier to laugh. it becomes easier to smile, and easier to think of thoughts beyond that loss. you recall that person fondly, and the moments you had with them. the moments at the beginning, the moments closer to the end, and any moment in the middle. you remember their laugh, and their smile. you remember the things that made them laugh, and the moments they made you laugh. you remember the conversations and the milestones in life that were important to them - important to them that you reached.

we all know in some capacity what it means to have lost. some more than others - and in many different capacities. when i was in high school, i lost a few friends for various reasons - voluntary departure (in taking their own lives), their own extravagant habits (drugs, motorcycles, overall lifestyle, and eating habits), or just fate intervening. nothing can prepare a person for the loss of a friend - especially a friend in their youth. but the experience certainly helps the next time. then the next time. and for me, it helped. even if it was a numbing. then, in my year after university, i lost a friend - a student who i had donned in my previous year, passed away in her sleep - and my other students struggled to come to terms with it. it was my experience previously that helped me with a calm mind, and a calm heart, to help support them.

i digress. losing a friend is never an easy thing to do - we could not easily call people friends, if we did not notice their permanent departure from our lives. and all this is to say that

this

song, perfectly encompasses that feeling. the gutting sorrow and hollow emptiness one feels. and, the space that is left, and the autopilot we must turn on when all is lost. thank you deer tick for that.

Some roads that you take | Some bonds we'll choose to break | I swore I'd no long be the pallbearer | But I carried you to bed | So you could rest your head | You were taking off a load, heavy drinking | The world it carries on | Your memories and song | And your pictures on my wall, are not forgotten | There was hymns that came from mouths | That turned crosses upside down | But it came through their teeth with great ease | And all are bobbing heads in sync | And all have got a lot on their minds to think about | But you carry on in pictures and in song | And the unmade be you slept in | Where I laid you down to rest one last time | Goodbye, dear friend, Goodbye, dear friend | Some stories break your heart | And some with such applaud | Buried deep inside, where it's ok to cry | Some boy's won't shed a tear | Oh, but I tell it like this here | It can break down and get me where it hurts the most | And all are bobbing heads in sync | And all have got a lot on their minds to think about | But you carry on in pictures and in song | And the unmade be you slept in | Where I laid you down to rest one last time | Goodbye, dear friend, Goodbye, dear friend | But you carry on in pictures and in song | And the unmade be you slept in | Where I laid you down to rest one last time | Goodbye, dear friend, Goodbye, dear friend

neato. awesome. pieces of the good life that i'm digging.

i’ve been in a bit of a crazy whirlwind slump lately… is that even possible? things have been moving around me at such a speed, i feel as though i’m barely having time to enjoy them. if i take an extra hour to lie in bed, i mostly spend that time thinking of all the things i have to do, and my ‘to do’ list sitting on my counter. when i spend the day with someone whose company i just want to enjoy, i am often distracted by thoughts of jewelry designs, and nagging feelings of articles i want to write, and workshop planning i need to complete. when all i want to do is sleep, or talk to my sisters on the phone, or spend weekends whisking off and visiting friends, all i can think about is my responsibilities as an employee, small business owner, daughter and all the other things that take my time over days, weekends, and the spare moments I can find in between these responsibilities.
then, I read this. and, inspired by syndey, i’ve been trying to simply sit on the moments, and small things that make me smile. things that I can pause and think, ‘man. Life. Is. Good.’
so. i reminded myself that lately, i've been digging some good stuff. and i don't give props to it enough. (sorry  things i dig).
i super dig my morning tea, for being warm, and amazing every morning – and without me even knowing I need it, warming my insides. and because you, little loose leaf tea, you make people think i'm weird, because they think i'm eating leaves. and that makes me a little bit happy inside to be the weird one.
i super dig the way the sun sets behind my across-the-street neighbours houses, and casts these amazing rays on everything around. but only at a specific time of day. and if i get to see it... perfection.
i super dig time spent with people you enjoy spending time with. though seemingly simple, i've spent some time recently just catching up, and hanging out with those who i needed to get time in with. and then, when i get to spend a night with someone i actually get to be myself around, and laugh like crazy about blow up dolls in beds, and drink scotch, and watch movies in comfortable silence, you appreciate why people like that are in your life. thanks friends. thanks to you for liking me for my ugly laugh. 
i super dig my toms shoes, and secretly wearing them at work - because then sometimes i slip them off, and cross my legs at my work desk, and i feel less like i'm working 11 hrs a day, and more like i'm just hanging out. you, mr. toms, are one of my newest dearest bffs.
i super dig new friends who - whilst dancing goofily alongside me at the bar - say ,'hey, you're a super awesome writer'. thanks man. you're a super awesome dance buddy. and i dig you. i also super dig goofy dancing. and friends goofy dancing with me. you and your dance moves make me forget that i should be in bed, and not laughing the night away (because really, laughing is better for your health than sleeping anyways).
i super dig napping. a lot lately. both real and pretend napping. any moments spent in bed, really. so bed - high five to you for doing a bang up job of being comfy and warm.
i super dig when i submit an article to my editor, and she writes back, 'it's like you read my MIND. The very best'. and then, i give myself a high five (which i also dig a lot lately).
i super dig my favourite vietnamese place, and the people who work there - because you. you cook me dinner. a lot. and i don't thank you enough for the extra spring roll you add in... because you know i come at least twice a week. and hey, i deserve it!
i super dig honest and real conversations - despite how awkward both parties are. and feeling like, 'hey - that wasn't so bad. in fact, i feel proud of that' after the super awkward, but honest and real conversation. and feeling like i'm growing up a little bit more and more, and conversations like that make me feel even MORE like a real grownup - but in a good way. (oh. and i dig people willing to have super real honest convos with me, too)
i super dig new sparkly nail polish. because i know you will sparkle up my nails, and make me happy, and remind me of one of my dearest friends - leigh jackson - and that will make me more happy. 
i super dig sisters. my sisters. because you're cool ass chicks. and you love me. despite me being me. and you don't roll your eyes at sports talk, because i know you love it as much as me. 
i super dig my rehab practitioner - because i get to see you twice a week, and since you know i'm bummed every time i see you, you make me laugh by asking me what new bruises i have that day, and what awkward or embarrassing thing i did to myself since the last time i saw you. and because you let me high five you a lot when i make progress. you don't have to let me high five you - so thanks for being just as excited about high fiving as i am.
i super dig my internet friends. like meg. because sometimes - for no reason - you send me messages and emails and tweets, and they make me smile. and make my day better. and sometimes you are better friends than real-life-in-the-same-town-as-me friends, and that makes me happy to think that people can care even when they've never met you. 
i super dig you poinsettia plant at work. because you died. and everyone told me to throw you out. but i wasn't willing to give up on you. and now you have red on you again, and you're getting more and more full every day. and when people come to me at work, i get to say 'i told you so' because i didn't throw you out. and you know how much i love that. thanks for fighting through my bad plant motherhood.
you're all neato. all of you. and i'm appreciative. because in and amongst all the insanity that currently is my life, you continue to slow me down, so i can stop and breathe. happy breaths. 

my weekend in summary

though i intended on spending this weekend outside, the weekend was filled with lots of indoor things - which was totally fine, as it meant time with friends and sisters. sometimes the least planned plans, turn out the best.
thrift store, galore; lunch, beer, tea, and movies with sister; i'm a peeler; if there was ever any doubt that i am obsessed with zombie/horror movies; a few vintage finds

Friday: I was supposed to hang out with a friend, but we determined that with her trying to get to her parent's on a timeline, and me rushing to get out of work, it just wasn't a good day after all. so, when my landlord asked me to come for dinner, I obliged - nice dinner with good friends, and I don't have to leave my own house? perfect friday evening. after my now daily rehab, I rushed home, and changed into more comfortable clothes (another benefit of dinner at my own house), and headed to their place. my friend joined us, and we had a night of good bbq tofu and chicken, and all the spoils that erin afforded us. amazing food, good drinks (wine and more), and as always, great company. add in erin's standard, 'you'll have to excuse them - they have this thing where they make wildly inappropriate remarks to one another' about pat and I, and you have a standard night with my landlord friends. was in bed before midnight - which was just what I needed.
Saturday: woke up fairly early, and got to work - cleaned and organized and did laundry galore. Went for a trip to the organic store down the street to get some groceries, and while making a huge lunch, packed some food for my lunch the following week. did some work on my website, and some paper work that I needed to get done, and finally left to meet my colleague/friend kelly, and her sister sarah at the eaton's centre - sarah was visiting for the weekend, and I was crashing their girl's day. Shopped through the centre with the obligatory out of towner stops: lululemon (where I found the scarf I'd been telling myself I couldn't justify for a year - ON SALE. yes. I know); victoria's secret; scotch and soda; and a shop for blue jays paraphernalia. we then headed back to kelly's, had some snacks, and then went downstairs and had manicures (kelly) and pedicures (all of us) - massaging chairs and all. once we all finished up, I hopped in the car and headed home, as my little sister is home between semesters, and I wanted to be able to spend some time with the two of them (middle and little sister). when I arrived home, my little sister dshea and her friend steph and I, whipped up a great dinner, and reviewed as many pages as 'what should we call me' as we could... as well as every 'lonely island' video known to (wo)man. we were in bed again, fairly early.
Sunday: woke up pretty early, and cleaned up a bit before settling downstairs to watch tv and do some design work with my recentphotoshop skills. dshea and I watched tv and chatted (sister time, I guess) and then headed to value village for some thrift shopping. we both left with large amounts of goodies - me a vintage liz claiborne side purse, a silk tank, and a satin black and brown flowy top, and her, a few pairs of jeans, a jays hat and a few other things. we went home, and again created a huge late lunch/early dinner, and watched 'I love you man'. then, after some cleaning, a chat with kshea, and a shower (as mine at home is a bit broken), I headed back to toronto. got home, worked on some projects, jewelry, laundry, emails I needed to get out, and design work, and then watched the first episode of 'girls', and then went to bed. early. again.
I will have everyone know I felt refreshed when I woke up this morning - I guess that's what sleep does!
hope everyone had a fantastically productive weekend, and spent the time doing whatever they needed and/OR wanted to get done.

to outdoor adventures

after all the ultramontane reading i did, and my hike over easter weekend, i've been itching to get outside more. this weekend i'm going to try to get out for a day long hike - last weekend i picked up a single burner and some pots, so perhaps a mid day hot meal is in order.
hope everyone has a fantastic weekend - and gets some rest, and some outdoors. happy friday!
photos from:  ultramontane #3   //   ultramontane #6   //   ultramontane #1

the photography of troy moth

photo from shari and mike
this man. troy moth. dream. born in a tree-planting camp on the west coast of canada, he began his life in a tent guarded by dogs. as such, from day 1, he was immersed in the stunning beauty that is canada - that perhaps some of us don't see or pay attention to often enough. eventually, he left home, travelling to toronto first for school, and then as assistant to photographer hasnain dattu. he has attributed his step outside of traditional commercial photography to dattu - the ability to 'step outside the box' (as cliche as it may sound), and work beyond the rules of conventional photography. in looking to dattu's work, it is so plain to see the influence that he had on moth, and moth's perspective of the face, the body, and reflecting a person most truthfully.
then, moth ventured to india, where he spent a large portion of this time in fashion photography (of all things) - photographing for bazaar, vogue, rolling stone, and other huge international names in editorial photography.
photo from jessica jean myers
and while fashion wasn't his final stop, he was good at it. most wonderfully, his fashion work reflected (and still reflects, when he does it) so heavily the subject's natural tendencies - so bare, aesthetically raw. in looking back at his work during that time, it's so analogous to his more recent work of animals, humans and the woods, in their most real and basic state. perhaps it was this focus and draw that brought him back to where he began - the woods. he made a life changing decision to move back to western canada, and focus his work on conveying his respect for the nature he grew up in, and the nature that remained close to his heart throughout his travels. though the jump from [fashion to nature // mumbai & toronto to a cabin in vancouver] seems to most like a jump from one end of the spectrum to the next, it's a step that any human can understand - a longing for solitude and simplicity, following a frenzy in two of the world's largest cities, surround by people. 
moth has said, 'I was definitely longing for the solitude only nature can give. I no longer look at the forest or the ocean as just a forest and ocean, they now feel apart of me. The woods are my home.' (mason studio interview)
now, moth focuses on the things he loves and respects - nature and the unknown, both in the most broad and most specific sense. he makes art of trees, animals, mountains, the ocean, the forests. he also is quite clear about his admiration, love and respect for first nations people, which i think he photographs more lovingly, and with such honour and dignity than i have ever seen before. i do believe it is this respect and humble nature for his photographed subjects, that most draws me to him and his work. he puts into still frames, dynamic images of what i feel about this country we live in, and the people, places, and things that inhabit the space that we share.
his lighting is stunning (he teaches many many lighting workshops, as he is one of the best), and he manages to make use of the more essential traits in each of his subjects - whether that be bark of a tree, or the facepaint on a person in front of his lens. there's something so haunting about most of his images - as though they are less about the form he can photograph, and moreso about finding out what is missing in the frame, and what feelings that leaves us with.
all i have to say is... troy moth does truly stunning work. just... look.

buy prints from troy here or here  //   contact troy here   //   interview with troy moth here   //