IT'S IN THESE DETAILS THAT WE FIND OURSELVES

I was brought up in small town Saskatchewan, when elevators still dotted our highways and dial-up internet was still a thing.

Most times you will find me listening to 620 CKRM on the radio, while ruining something in the kitchen with an excessive amount of onion and garlic.

I've got a soft spot for strays, 80s rock and 90s country, smooth whisky-gingers, and baked goods. I own more notebooks and journals than any normal human should, believe that you should always be kinder than you feel, and could easily sit and watch cattle mosey about for hours.

My sisters and I grew up with extended family around a majority of the time. Whether it was camping trips, spending time at nana and papa's, or biking into town to see grandma. It seemed like there was always laughter, something cooking on the stove, and cousins running about. To be honest, I'd love nothing more than to spend one more day back then.

Now that we're grown, all we can do is live through the photos that were taken when we were kids. Thankfully there are plenty, because there are far too many faces in those images that no longer walk with us.

It's so important to snap photos during everyday life. Not all stories or memories are found within the annual family photo session, they're hidden amongst the silly faces, blurred shapes, and seemingly unimportant.

IT'S IN THESE DETAILS THAT WE FIND OURSELVES

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Now that we're grown, all we can do is live through the photos that were taken when we were kids. Thankfully there are plenty, because there are far too many faces in those images that no longer walk with us.

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It's so important to snap photos during everyday life. Not all stories or memories are found within the annual family photo session, they're hidden amongst the silly faces, blurred shapes, and seemingly unimportant.