Hey guys! I’m very excited to announce that I’m now selling a few of my prints through Society6! They’re reasonably priced, include a variety of sizes, and even have some fun options like iPhone cases, cards, and laptop skins. Even if you’re all shopped-out for the holiday season, please drop by and give my shop a quick look-around. Thank you so much! Happy holidays!
Happy cat in a felt ball.
For Christmas, I bought Taters this felt ball/bed/cave from this seller on Etsy. I read that cats like the lanolin smell of felt, and that’s why they’re so attracted to it. I also knew that Taters loves to carry around in her mouth a felted mexican skull that I own, so I thought the felt would be a win-win way to go. But then, for days after initially giving her the cave she would only check it out and not sleep or try to get inside it. This made me sad because “Oh man, it would be so cute if she slept inside!” and also, “Oh man, did I just spend $60 on a giant piece of felt that I now have no use for?” BUT! Luckily and awesomely, after I tossed one of her toys inside, Taters followed suit and now loves the ball. She slept for three hours straight inside of it the other day, and for another hour today. Mission cuteness: achieved.
Fall ground colours.
Mr. & Mrs. Canada. Can’t get much more patriotic than that, can you?
It was a great time co-shooting Tegan and Jeremy’s wedding with my fellow Henry’s employee and Bishop’s University grad Erin Wells. We were asked to do it by Eryn, another friend and fellow Henry’s employee who was acting as bridesmaid for the couple who came down from Manitoba with the rest of their wedding party to enjoy their celebration on the East Coast.
I’ve only shot a few weddings in my life; usually I work weddings as a bartender at the golfcourse where I earn money during my summers. When Eryn asked back in March if we’d be able to shoot her cousin’s wedding, I was extremely excited to have the opportunity. It seemed like a good idea to do some nuptial shooting with a group of people I knew would be great.
The bride, Tegan, was one of the most chill brides I’d ever encountered. It meant that the whole day was pretty relaxing. There was none of the undue stress or crying or tears or bad music, or any of the other scary things that I associate with bad weddings. Instead, it was just a great bunch of people havin’ a good time away from home.
This wedding was also a good opportunity for me to get back to shooting regularly. I’ve been a bit lazy with editing since getting back; there are some huuuuge albums I took while in Japan that I haven’t even touched yet. Since I’ve been back from Japan I’ve been using the excuse of being pre-occupied with figuring out my education plans, money plans, future travel plans… all the plans. Really, I’m just making excuses to watch Dr. Who, Netflix, get lost on Tumblr, and read things on Wikipedia that I can only hope someday win me thousands of dollars on Jeopardy. Sometimes my brain just wants to go on hiatus from thinking, probably because I think too much. But, after doing that for awhile, it really just feels so good to go out there and DO something with tangible results. There’s nothing like ‘em: something you can look at and say, “That’s mine. Yeah, I did that.”
With some very busy months for me coming up, I’m just thankful that I only have one season of Dr. Who to catch up on, and hopeful that I stick to my plans and produce some very tangible results in the rest of my spare time.
The Tsukiji Fish Market was a large, wholesalers fish market that has become an unexpected tourist phenomenon over the years. While an early morning (between 5am and 6am) appearance and sign-up sheet can grant you access to the area where the fishermen conduct the business of selling huge Tuna fish, the market does open to all the public at 9am every day, except on days when it’s closed. Tsukiji is really interesting: there are tons of sushi shops everywhere, as you’d imagine, selling sushi made with fresh-caught fish sold that morning (which is what a lot of people come for) and the stalls at the very front of the market are actually more tourist goods than fish. You have to walk over a small hill and past some other vendors before you actually get to the fish part of the public market. Market stalls at Tsukiji are kind of like townhouses: narrow fronts with long, deep corridors, filled with tonnes of stuff. You’d never find what you’re looking for alone: the stall shelves are packed to the roof with goods. Living in Tokyo is probably what’s given these sellers such a good sense of how to take advantage of every free space possible.
While the market’s purview used to be more restaurant and wholesale, the influx of tourists has changed it, so now there are more offerings to family’s looking to buy fresh ingredients, or tourists just looking for the weirdest, pickled, strangely-coloured unnameable item to take home to show their families.
You can tell that not all of the fisherman and stall vendors love the tourist attention they receive. Although it has been going on for some years now, you still get salesmen who glare at anybody holding a camera. There’s no point in arguing with these guys, most of them are pretty proud, stubborn old men. I’m a pretty stubborn, young woman, so I guess I can relate.
There are lots of signs before you enter the market, geared towards tourists, telling us not to interfere with sales in any way. This includes some pretty funny cartoons of blatantly blonde, western-looking people trying to steal away a fisherman’s knife, thinking it’s a samurai sword. Didn’t see anything like that while I was there (unfortunately). The big thing I found was really just to watch out for these little zoomy-carts that the fishermen ride around on to get their proucts around the market. They’re pretty quiet so you don’t really hear them coming up behind you: best keep your eyes open and stay alert at all times.
All in all, Tsukiji was a pretty cool cultural phenomenon. And, of course, being from the Maritimes it was nice to see fishermen from another part of the world.