I love the west coast, but every year I find I become nostalgic for the moody Windsor summers of my youth.
Oct 20, 2022 update: I’ve made a version of this memory with it’s companion daytime print. :)
My family would pack up the flat trailer and camp around southern Ontario — my favourite place of all was Wheatley Provincial Park. My sister and I would follow secret paths along the water, and venture out onto fallen logs. I’d imagine a world where I never went back. I would lay in a hammock strung from tree to tree and sketch the leaves over my head. (Thinking back on it, that child would think what I’m doing now is pretty amazing!) On a particularly lucky night we would get to see the most magical thing of all, fire flies.
This image is for my sister, here she is carrying her favourite stuffed animal, Giraffee the giraffe. (Mine was a little turtle named George, I still have him.)
We are purposely small here, surrounded by a dark but not ominous forest.
I think I’m realizing that I like it best when the people dwarfed by the natural world around them.
