
I’ve added a new essay to the Features section of the site about how growing up in Saint John, New Brunswick helped shape the way I see. It was originally published as a part of Utata.org’s My Town section.
I grew up in Saint John, New Brunswick, on the eastern coast of Canada. The Bay of Fundy, stretching between New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, is one of the foggiest areas in the world—and Saint John is one of the foggiest places on the bay. Being situated on the harbour where the St. John River runs into the bay turns Saint John into a natural fog machine. The city sees fog for at least some portion of the day on a full one-quarter of the days of the year. Throughout the year there are different types of fog: some hovers in an ironic bright gloom, some only hangs in wisps over in the water in the morning, and some switches back and forth all day with rain. My favorite fog, though, is the kind that rolls in thick and fast on summer nights. A blanket of gray quickly covers the city, quieting noises and muting colours. Although I do not live there now, spending my youth in Saint John left me with a few key photographic tools and a love for nature—now the subject area that interests me the most. (continue reading)