Before Canada's Thanksgiving holiday arrives this coming weekend, I wanted (again) to mention the great organization Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep. Jane Photo has volunteered for them for about two and a half years, and it has been my honour to be with many families as they go through an early infant loss. There are several Vancouver area photographers--and we can always use more as the service gets more and more known in our area. I am one of Vancouver's Area Coordinators, along with Gael Noel from Noel Photography; we organize things for the area, and help to arrange photographers for families.

A few weeks ago, Mary Frances Hill, a reporter for the Vancouver Sun, approached us to write an article, and it appeared on the front page. What wonderful coverage. They featured a little tyke I photographed for the organization earlier this year whose name was Noah Neufeld. Though his prognosis was dire, Noah was born alive and quite alert, as you can see from the featured photographs here. We were all pretty happy and celebratory that evening in the hospital, then saddened when Noah died 28 days later.

I know for a fact that this incredible family has helped Noah touch many, many more families as they have told their story again and again.

As families celebrate Thanksgiving this weekend, please take an extra second to give thanks for your kiddos, and to remember the families who have lost theirs this year. Our thoughts and hearts are with them.

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The Vancouver Sun story, without its photos, appears at

The Sweet House

I've spent a chunk of time working on my fine art site the last couple weeks. Not that it's finished yet, by far, but I'm pretty stoked to have gotten a longterm project called 'The Sweet House' presented. It's a multi-media presentation with a slideshow and an accompanying pdf of a short story I wrote with the photographs in mind, and I'd love to present it sometime publicly--reading the story, showing the slides.

I have to give thanks to Daphne Bramham who writes about the polygamist community of Bountiful for the Vancouver Sun; without her articles, I doubt this project would have coalesced. The images were, after all, originally unconnected to this subject matter, and were, in a real sense accidental. I was shooting in a ramshackle old house in New Brunswick, Canada, a house a thousand other photographers have shot in as part of Freeman Patterson and André Gallant's spring workshops. The walls were coming apart at the seams; there was daylight showing through the roof; there was debris everywhere; there were plants growing inside through the windows.

I wanted to photograph a person. I had spent nearly a week shooting my way through landscapes and old cars and running streams, and I longed more than anything to set my lenses on something or someone with a heartbeat. And secondly I craved a ghostly influence in that house of forgotten stories. A sort of half-seen presence flitting from room to room and shot with tons of motion blur so her edges vanished and melded with the background.

Kayla, wearing her auntie's old wedding gown, was an astonishing model; if she lived nearby, I would ask her to pose again and again. She has a sternness of purpose in the photographs that spoke to the issues that would, by mid-summer, be consuming me as I wrote the accompanying piece of short fiction.

In the end, the house represented the ruination of a young girl's childhood.