Hot July Day Getaway

Hello my amazing people,

I have traded my wonderful Oregon seaside weekend getaway for a quaint lakeside escape in Washington.

This July has been an inferno of heat. So because of this my family and I took it upon our self’s to  escape the hottest day by heading to this lake for a picnic. It was fun and enjoyable, the perfect recipe for cooling off. Of course due to the fact that I can’t pass  up on a time to photograph, my trigger finger raced to keep up with the gorgeous views. I even got my sister to pose for me. Not only did I get the great family time I also got to just relax and dip my feet into the water and relax. I swear it’s the number one way to unwind, letting your feet hit open water. Take your pick of ocean, lakes, or river. It doesn’t matter.

So I think the moral of my little post is to go and dip your feet into some water and just listen. Take it in and breath.



Friends and Oregon.

I feel like I could live in these moments forever. The little ones that creep in the middle of the night. The still ones that wrap you in warm sun beams, making you want to lay like a lazy cat. The peace of the cool rain drops falling and breath-taking thunder running through the sky. The sand between your hands, eyes closed, listening to the orchestra of the waves. It’s these moments that I crave and cling to. I take pictures to fling me back, almost like those amusement park rides that makes everything blur and turn upside down.

Knowing that those moments are happening in that moment is spectacular feeling.

I went to Oregon one weekend a while ago and I went to the beach. While all of my friends were doing things around me, I sat and watched the waves and ran my hands over the sand. Later that night we sat by the fire joking and listening to the waves. I felt and knew that this was going was one of those moments that I wanted to travel back to. I’m so grateful for my friends and the adventures they bring. I love that I got to have sometime with them and to just soak in the feeling of relaxing fun moments with them.

Don’t forget those moments.


New Ground.

“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving.

What you have caught on film is captured forever…it

remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”

Aaron Siskind

It’s a moment. Small at the time, sometimes silent. Looking back its huge and filled with noise. Emotions of every type flooding over you like Whirlpool. You sit and look at it pulling the feelings apart like tangled string, trying to figure out what you want to have stand out. Then at the end your left with a little bit of the beauty of what you see with your heart and eyes for everyone else.

This is photography to me. It keeps me grounded with changes in life. It takes me out of my head to see what the bigger parts of life are, making sure I see the light when all I want is to wallow in the past.

I’ve gone through some changes in the last couple of months and I wanted to share some of the moments that have happened so far.

My Time Travel

“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”  -Ansel Adams

My life is a series of photographs. Of still images of life past.

Photography is my key to any and every past memories and adventure. It’s like my own version of a T.A.R.D.I.S. Something that can take me to places far away and times that have been long forgotten. They take me back to sleepovers with best friends, the cuddle with a loved pet, even to the most fun of family adventures.

I love the fact that I can go back to photographs hundreds of years ago, then in a blink to images that have happened up to just last week, to see the lives of people all over the world or the views that people get to wake up to everyday, to see what has changed and what can stand the journey of life.

My adventure of photography lets me experience a trip to north BC with new eyes, seeing some of those views that people see every morning they wake up with awe and wonderment. I went through East Oregon to Idaho,then off to Alberta Canada, and then north BC. It was filled with a dark whimsy that I happen to love. Just putting on my Indie/Pop/Country October type music, with artists like Bear’s Den and Hozier while taking photographs in a car going 70 MPH was perfect and thrilling. I got to make my own little bit of history and view my adventures in a way that I can look back on and smile and remember the moments in my life. To top it all off when I got home and saw those little firefly memories I got goose bumps and had this feeling in my heart of complete happiness. It amazes me to how something like photography can make me feel so alive and happy. The photos may not be the best that people have seen but I love them and I would love to show them to you, and that’s what I’m going to do. So with out further  ado here they are. Enjoy.


Emma Rose

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The Short Version.

Let me tell you a story. This isn’t a story that has an end, far from it. This story ends with a beginning.

When I think about the first house I lived in I think of the bay window, the small window that the little 3-year-old me could look at the yard from the bathroom when I had the chicken pox, trying not to scratch but hoping and wanting to go outside to be with the other kids. I think of the sun and looking at the clouds or sitting in awe on the steps with my sisters watching the frightful light in the sky, and getting goose bumps from the loud sounds coming from that same sky above, almost like a firework but even more inspiring. Then one day I remember that my parents packed up the house,then having the strangers go through, looking at my little bit of 4-year-old paradise.

When I left I remember the hay bales going by the window and thinking to my self that this is last time I will see them. I was moving across the world, or so I thought at that age..I mean Alberta Canada to Virgina USA is a mini universe worth of distance to a 4-year-old.  With the little car filled with 3 lively girls, 2 puppies, and 2 wonderful parents and everything you need to live for 2 weeks of moving we set out on the first large adventure of my life. We went to Niagara Falls, Mount Rushmore, and Disney World, then finally stopping in Virgina.

We lived in Virgina for 2 years. I remember going to the beach but being to afraid to enter the water from watching Jaws one too many times, I remember the crunchy leaves of fall and the friend I had in the boy next door, but this wasn’t where me and my family were supposed to be. So my dad and Mum told us that we where moving to Portland, Oregon. Which with this little girl that couldn’t say things right called pork land, and imagined a place with lots of pigs and farms. So my family packed up again in a slightly bigger car and slightly bigger kids and moved across country to a place of peaceful woods and crazy rain storms.

When we arrived to Oregon we moved into a little apartment for a few months, were me and my sisters had many fun adventures with fighting evil dogs and fast moving cars. When we found our house it was like finding my paradise again. I found a love for the rain, to dancing and have a joy in it, also a love for pine cones on a summer evening. I made life long friends and so many wonderful adventures with my family I couldn’t even begin to tell you all of them.

We all know though that each story has to have something that the people overcome, its in the rules after all. For me that’s been my immigration. This process has made me and my family make choices that haven’t been easy, I never got to know my extend family like I wanted to, even with my sisters I’ve had to live with them not always being there when I wish they could, I’ve had to deal with not being there for my family when I wish I could have been. I know that my life isn’t the worst in the world but it’s not easy to live for 15 years on a gray tight wire. There have been times where I thought I wouldn’t be able to come back home because some border guard said I couldn’t. I’ve watched with every year that my mom’s career as a nurse was slipping away because she couldn’t work. I’ve watched my parents feel guilty for making the choice to move us in the first place.  I was scared to make friends because I might have to leave them at anytime. When it came to leaving high school, I couldn’t go to college, couldn’t get a job, I was stuck in this crazy waiting game, scared to see the outcome…would the government win with the looming 21st birthday, the day I would have to go home to Canada, like the sisters before me? Or would I win and make it to get that green card?

I lost hope a long time ago that I could have the life my friends had. The life of school and jobs and really living, So when the day my dad told me that the process we were in was moving faster than we thought it was going to and if nothing went wrong and we got all of our papers in at the right time I had the slim chance of getting a green card before my 21st birthday, I got back a little hope that I had lost. we rushed to get what felt like hundreds of papers signed, the medical stuff over with and get it to the lawyers. A few months later I get a long over due gift in my mail box. My green card.

When I got it I just burst out in tears. The amount of relief was overwhelming, the joy that I could get a job and go to school, that I could live, was unimaginable. There has been so many people in my life I want to thank for being there for this odd ball of a person that I am. That where there when I needed them. I don’t really know where my life is going from here, but I can finally let go of the breath I’ve been holding and feel my lungs with the new hope and anticipation of that new step into the looking-glass.

So this goes out to all of those people in my life, Thank you. I really don’t know what I would have done without any of you. I can’t really put into words how much this means to me so I’ll try the only way I really know how, through my photography. So I hope you enjoy.




Feeling Shiny

Hello dear readers,

So on one of the nice weekends Oregon graced us with in October, my family and I went to the coast for a much needed lazy day. It was cold and windy and so blissfully sweet. Going to all the different shops and windowing shopping, looking at the adorable sea lions, and just putting my feet in the sand. I will never get tired of the Oregon sunsets and that crisp in the air, mixed with that saltiness. It’s one of the best feelings in the world.

I don’t know what made this trip so amazing but the photos I got are some of my favorites I have taken this far. I love how photos have a memory attached with them, its like taking a little bit of magic with you every time you see them. The photos of this adventure will always make me think of the lovely day I had with my Mum and Dad and how the sweet serenity of fall at the beach was there when I needed it. So enough of me talking, let me show you those new photos I’ve been talking about.

So if you ever need those relaxing days, try getting to the beach or really any place you can feel all shiny. I do have more photos I’m editing from this trip, so I might do another little post soon. I hope you enjoyed this post, and as always Follow, Like, Comment, Share to your hearts content. Even go to my Facebook page for my blog to give me new input on what I should do next or see the up and coming things to come.

Love, Emma

Talking To Yourself…Is That Crazy?!?!

Hello dear readers,

I’ve been thinking a lot about being on your own, having to deal with that silence and that feeling of not having people around.

 I know a lot of people who just have noise in the background because it makes them feel less alone in the world. They don’t want to feel alone, no one ever does. It’s not fun and it sucks, but I feel like it’s something you have to go through. Isn’t that silence, that time you feel like that, the perfect time to find you?

I’ve always felt that those silent times at night or when you have those days to yourself, is the best times to get to know yourself, like a getting to date yourself type thing, I mean dates are for getting to know someone better, so why not take yourself on one? I feel like if you become more knowing of who you are inside then things get a little bit easier. I try to do this and its not easy, I don’t think a lot of us want to know about our selves, like maybe we are scared to see the faults, or maybe what’s even harder is to believe the good parts about our selves.

Even with that though I try to turn off all of the sound around me and sit there for at least a few minutes (I’m working my way up) because even though I’ve sort of been that loner type and I put on a brave face, I hate being alone. It terrifies me, to get to know me, to deal with not having people all around me.

I feeling like the best way of dealing with it is to take my self out. Going for walks, a movie, coffee and a book, or even spending some time teaching my self to do something, like right now I’m working hard on drawing realistically. So next time you feel like that silence is too much, embrace it and see what a good time it can be.

But enough of my rambling… Here is some new photography of mine, that I took over the last few months, I know its not a lot but I’ll have more to come soon:

As always I hope you have enjoyed my pictures and posts, if you are new take a look at some of my older posts 😀

All the Best,


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