Nostalgic for the summers of bygone eras on the farm, the smell of canola fields ripening in the sun, it feels like life is shifting. To hold onto those memories seems all the more precious.

Driving along the coast, camping, watching in wonder the views before us, we huddled together with no where else we needed to be, living in that right now moment.

Old barns hold so many stories. We had a big brown one on my childhood farm.

Snippets of times gone by, little windows to our past. Little Landscape paintings are like a photo album to our roots.

A childhood on a farm, the smell of canola and a few wise words to remind us all to make the most of it all.