I went to Ottawa over the weekend and I must confess that it was SO NICE to be home. Except it wasn't. Home, that is.
It's odd, but somehow it just stopped being home. Now it's a place I lived that I'm really (really) fond of. A place where I cram my 24 hour visit full of a lot of my favourite people, perhaps most notably this awesomely talented one, whose take on our little photographic visit brought some of you here.
I have often run past the graffiti park in the middle of the downtown core and admired the amazing artistic works you can find there, but have never stopped to take photos. "There will always be time!" I would think to myself. Except then I moved away, and there wasn't.
Afterword: It should be noted that I might be a difficult subject - I much prefer to be behind the camera calling the shots than in front of it. But Kym has a way with "I have a crazy idea!" and that is how I found myself willingly jumping up and down in the middle of a field in downtown Ottawa. The results are a testament to her patience - and her fantastic eye. And they are marvelous!