Hi everyone, welcome back to our blog today! Thanks so much for taking the time to visit, we’ve got something really special to share. Today we’re going to look at a totally magical cabin that has been in my heart for over 25 years now. This is one of these things that as a photographer I don’t even really understand why I love this place so very much, I just do.
In 1980 my mom became gravely ill. She always loved Vancouver Island. We used to visit here frequently as kids growing up and when things weren’t going very well, we decided as a family to move out here. I totally understand the love she had for the island here, and I have now completely taken on this love on her behalf. I see things that amaze me, things that are distinctly west coast in flavor, and my love for photography has a life of its own as a result.
She passed away a few short years after we came here. At that point, I was about 16 years old and very confused. My mom and I were very, very close and those who know me best all say I am her son, no doubt about it. This is something that fills me with immense pride. She was an amazing person.
As I found myself trying to cope with this loss, I was surrounded by some of the best friends a Toad could ever have. We were all young, and we used to party quite a bit. For me, it was a form of escaping the harsh reality of what had just happened. Duncan became our regular haunt, sometimes we’d make the 40 mile trip several times a day. I am pretty sure this is where my intense love for the Cowichan Valley and the Duncan area came from, and when Mrs. Toad and myself had a chance to move up here a few years ago, there was no way I could resist.
Each time we come to the area, we pass this cabin on the way into town. Now that we live here, I commute each day to the big city and each day I pass this place… and it truly beckons me. It is so very distinctly west coast.
I finally had a chance this past weekend to stop and grab some photos of this place. I had been here once before in an attempt to take some pictures, but they did not turn out well at all. This even further added to my yearning for a chance to really do this scene justice with my lens.
During this shoot we had the pleasure of meeting the owner of the property. Bob came out while I was wrapping up and introduced himself and we had a wonderful chat together. I am going to make a few prints for him and drop them off, as a gift for the opportunity to do the shoot.
As I sit here and write today’s blog, I am overcome with a few emotions. The chance to think about my mom and all she meant to me is a really strong presence in this photo series. Also, the area in the valley here means so very much to me, personally, both for all the wonderful people and relationships I’ve formed up here, but also for the deep meaning behind the personal healing I was able to find during a very sad time in my life.
So, this shoot is more than just a few neat pictures of a wonderful old building. It is deeply and personally profound. I find myself both absolutely relieved to finally do justice for the constant tug I’ve had in my heart for this cabin, as well as a small sense of melancholy because something that has really been a driving force in my photography career is now complete… almost like closing a chapter.
I think I’d like to sit a spell in the tub in this last picture just to the left of the door there, and ponder life and it’s deeper meaning.
Well, my good friends, we thank you so very much for taking the time to pop by our blog today. We really do hope you’ve been able to enjoy this series and as always, we encourage you to leave us some comments as we truly love to hear from all our visitors.