Christine's 50th

While this looks like a simple collection of photos it is so much more than that.  Photography opened up a new way for me to see the world and, to be honest, has gifted me with that oh-so-important time to myself that I cannot get enough of at this stage of life.  Each of the images has its own story and when I look at the ones here that are some of my very favourites, I can transport myself back to time and place but more importantly, to my feelings in the moment. Goose Spit.  I had been struggling through the dark days of winter so I took a couple of days off from school and headed to the island, by myself, for myself.  I have been going to Goose Spit since I was 14.  It is a place where I have contemplated many things in life and while I seldom find answers when I am there, I always find peace.  On this particular day I was sitting up against a log facing the other direction (how I wish I had taken a shot of that).  The bay side of the spit was hunk...

I’m not sure how you found it having your Mom and your Dad as teachers but it probably was a little easier than having your Dad as the principal of the school. I grew up in the same town as my Dad, and he was known as a terrific athlete, an excellent student, a hunter and a fisherman as well as a very successful basketball coach he was and the Principal of the high school. Huge footsteps but I was very proud to be a Watson. I was always very aware that I was Henry Watson’s son. Most of the time it was good but there were definitely times it wasn’t fun being the son of the principal. Most of the time Dad took on the role of the disciplinarian in the school and there were definitely kids that weren’t too enamoured with him in that role. I remember our back fence being torn down on a couple of occasions at Halloween, which surprised me at the time because of all Dad did for community and how well known he was. I was given a hard time and teased a few times because of who Dad was. There wa...