Blissdom Canada takeaway messages: Part 1

In my post yesterday, I mentioned that I left the Blissdom Canada blogging and social media conference feeling newly inspired. There were a lot of things that didn’t engage me at the conference, but rather than gripe about those, I’d like to tell you about the things that did inspire me, and motivate me, and remind me of the potential magic of blogging.

Blissdom Canada had two “tracks” with congruent sessions going on in different rooms: the art track and the commerce track. Of four time slots and eight sessions, I spent three-quarters of my time in the art track, which coincidentally (or not?) is fairly representative of the blog itself, I think.

The first session I attended was called “Finding Your Muse: The Art & Science of Finding Inspiration – And Using It.” I have to be honest, I might not have attended this session if I weren’t such a fan of the brains behind it: Bonnie Stewart, Elan Morgan (aka Schmutzie) and Tanis Miller (aka The Redneck Mommy), people I have admired in a bloggy way for many, many years. But here’s the thing – the conversation quickly evolved way beyond finding your muse and into a discussion on inspiration and identity, and I found that absolutely fascinating. I’ve spent a lot of time lately thinking about online identity and personae and how they reflect and affect your IRL identity.

As the session went on, I tweeted some of the more salient sound-bites and messages. Here’s the best bits, copied more or less verbatim from my own twitterstream:

To find your muse, start with your goals. Where do you want to go?

Social media and identity are deeply integrated to our sense of self, but don’t let that completely dictate how you see yourself.

Don’t let the metrics, comments, klout score, etc affect how you see yourself. They are not reflective of who you are as a person.

Take yourself seriously if you want others to do so.

Twitter is crack. It’s great for community but way too easy to let it sidetrack you from your goals and make you think you’re doing something when you really are not.

You are more than the sum of things you’ve blogged about.

Turn your sense of inspiration into a change for good. Educate, amplify the message of others, create community.

If you are feeling uninspired, reach out and elevate someone else.

Look outside yourself when seeking your muse. Find it in connection and community.

And this, something I must really work on and kind of wish I’d had tattooed on my forehead the first time I ever hit “publish” on the blog: don’t shy away from blogging in tough times, but wait until you are through it and have some perspective.

Great messages, eh? Can you see why I was reminded of the power of the blog? The next session, while completely different in tone and topic, speaks equally to the power of blogging. It was called “She Works Hard For The Money (And So Do You): Why And How You Should Be Making Money From Your Blog,” and featured my old friend Andrea Tomkins, as well as Janice Croze, Susie Erjavec Parker and Corinne McDermott.

Andrea started out with a message that I totally love, which is that blogs have many kinds of value, including as a family scrapbook, a way to earn ad revenue, a portfolio, and a stepping stone to another career. What’s missing from the list, IMHO, is simply the value of community and connection, which is what I’d say is the key value of blogging for me. And, erm, the value of a captive audience!

Like the session before it, I went in not sure exactly what to expect or whether there would be a lot of value in the session for me. After all, I’m already quite comfortable with my sponsors, I know how to solicit more if I want them, and I have a professional understanding of both the inherent marketability of the blog and its PR value. But like the session before it, the session evolved into something different and something extremely interesting for me, with a lot of simple but valuable business tips. I think this is particularly relevant for me now because while I never really saw myself as a small business when it was just the blog, now that I have the photography business bringing in more significant amounts of money I’ve started thinking in these terms.

The most interesting one is an argument I’ve seen recently about the value of a blog versus a presence on Twitter and/or Facebook. The problem with both Twitter and Facebook is that they’re transient in nature. The conversations on Twitter disappear almost instantly, and Facebook is capricious. Once you own a domain, however, it’s yours. It’s your property, which is a powerful tool. Facebook fan pages can disappear overnight if you inadvertently break one of Facebook’s many rules (or even if there is the perception of a broken rule) but that will never happen on your blog.

Here’s some of the other tips I found interesting from that session:

For a personal blogger, each time you hear a message about protecting your “brand” substitute the word “reputation”.

There is a place for working for free, but “booty calls rarely turn into relationships”.

If a PR firm contacts you and wants to “pick your brain” ask them “what’s your budget?” Your blog and your time are worthy of compensation.

Think ahead to how you want to end your business. Do you want to be able to sell it to someone else? This will help you set your goals.

Buy your first and last name domain (ie danielledonders.ca) as well as your business or blog domain name and redirect it to your main site. People will search for you in many different ways, make it easy to find them and make it difficult for competitiors to subvert or undermine you.

In the social media world, value is “cost per influence” not “cost per click”.

The last session of the day was a panel called “Canadian-ish: Being Canadian In A Borderless Digital World.” I have to admit, the direction of the conversation in this one annoyed me more than inspired me, as tired old stereotypes about Canadian identity (Tim Hortons and poutine, for example) were trotted out. Even more troubling, though, was an assumption by some panel members that the Canadian identity doesn’t really matter, and doesn’t really inform or influence who we are. In fact, I’d argue (rather passionately, in fact) that being Canadian is a huge influence on my online — and offline — identity. The first word of my twitter bio and third word of my Flickr profile is Canadian, for goodness sake!

It was interesting to me, too, that Catherine Connors (aka Her Bad Mother) stated that blogging helped her “escape the local.” For me, blogging helped me “discover the local.” When I first started blogging, I had to go outside of my community and mostly outside of my country to connect with other bloggers. Way back in 2004-2005, there were only a couple dozen of us, and I found my likeminded community largely populated by American academic parents. As the blogosphere grew, so did the Canadian community. It was really only through comments on my own blog and later through Twitter that I felt I was connecting with the strong local community here in Ottawa.

You can see why I felt like my brain was ready to explode by the end of day one, with so many new perspectives to consider. And I didn’t even tell you about the amazing chat a few of us hard-core CBC fans had with Anna Maria Tremonti (of Radio One’s The Current) after the final session. Hers was the voice I respected the most throughout that session, and meeting her afterward was one of the highlights of the weekend for me. I’m not in this picture, but I took it, and that makes me equally happy! (She’s third from left in the picture below, with @zchamu, @scarbiedoll, @bonstewart, @AlisonJette, @capitalmom and @ottmomgo.)

294:365 Anna Maria Tremonti fan club

So what do you think? Were you there? If so, I’d love to hear what you think on my take of the highlights. And if you weren’t there, I hope this is helpful and interesting. I wanted to go beyond some of the “lookit the cool swag I got and all the people I rubbed elbows with” kind of messages I often see coming out of some of the big conferences.

I can’t wait to share my day 2 observations – that’s when things got really interesting!

Blissdom Canada recap; or, how I learned to love my blog again

Wow.

You know how I said last week before leaving for the Blissdom Canada blogging/social media conference that I’d never attended a BlogHer or a Blissdom before, largely because I just couldn’t figure out what the value for me would be? Now I know. It’s not about the branding tips, or the inspirational moments, or the swag, or the celebrities — although there were plenty of those.

Really, it was about the connection. (Which, ironically or perhaps not, is the whole reason I fell madly and deeply and obsessively in love with blogging in the first place.) It was about realizing that the people who have been living in my computer all these years are real three-dimensional people, living and breathing people, not just talking avatars. It was about connecting in person with people whose words and brains I’ve been in love with for years. It was about finding new people to admire, and to engage with.

All of that was great, and I pretty much knew that was going to happen. But there was this other, unexpected benefit from going to Blissdom Canada: it was like a couples retreat for me and blog. I mean, blog and I have been together a LONG time, and we’ve been through a lot together. And lately, well, you’ve probably noticed it as much as I have. Some of the magic, some of the sparkle, some of the joy has been missing for a while. Blog and I had started to drift apart. Oh, that’s not fair, blog is blameless in all of this — it’s me, not blog. I admit it, I’ve been completely infatuated with this sexy young thing called Mothership Photography, and while I was lavishing affection and attention on it, dear old blog only really got the leftovers.

But this weekend at Blissdom Canada, listening to people like Karen Green and Elan and Aidan Morgan and Bonnie Stewart and Ann Douglas and Nadine Silverthorne reminded me how far I’ve come, and how powerful the act of blogging can be. And spending time with the wonderful women from Ottawa (I’m looking at you Julie and Lara and Becky and Vicky and Sara and Karen and Barbara and the rest of you!) and the amazing people behind Mom Central Canada, I’m newly reminded of that power of community, and of connection.

Looking back over the last seven years of blogging, the purpose and goal of the blog have never really changed. It’s about storytelling, and it’s about connection. For the last little while, other things have been chipping away at my attention, and it became more about obligation than joy. But I feel like through the last four days, blog and I have reconnected. We’ve found the love again!

I feel like Blissdom Canada charged up my bloggy batteries. We had a fantastic breakfast with the Mom Central team and Fisher-Price, and I’m feeling all rah-rah, go-get-’em about that – can’t wait to share some of that information with you. But really, I’m just feeling like the fog has lifted and I remember how much I really love the act of blogging, the blog community and even the blog itself.

Over the next couple of days, I’d like to share some insights and observations from the Blissdom Canada sessions I attended. There are some practical tips on SEO and branding, and some more philosophical questions about identity and inspiration. And maybe a few random celebrity sightings as well! 😉

More to come!

On Blissdom Canada and the Fisher-Price Playpanel

I am very excited and more than a little bit overwhelmed today. I’m heading down to Toronto for the uber-cool Blissdom Canada conference to play with a whole bunch of bloggy friends, including the co-members of the Fisher-Price playpanel team. More on them in a minute.

While I’ve been to quite a few academic and business conferences relating to social media, this is my first personal blog conference. I’ve always been torn about this kind of event, trying to find the fine line between value and time away from the family. The sheer volume of people attending kind of wigs me out, but I’m really excited about meeting face to face some fun people I’ve “known” online for years.

After reading the agenda, I’m more excited than ever, and looking forward to attending panels on subjects like “what’s in a brand” and “to publish or not to publish” and “finding your muse” and “how and why to monetize your blog” — well, there’s a little something in there for everyone, isn’t there? And I’m positively starstruck that the opening night bash is being sponsored by the CBC, including guest speaker Nora Young, the host of Spark, which is the radio program that inspired my 365 project back in 2008. My head may yet explode from excitement!

287:365 Road trip, vintage style

And that’s if my head doesn’t explode from the travel arrangements. You heard about that pesky potential strike by Air Canada flight attendants? That might happen today? Guess which airline I’m flying with? For one trip to Toronto and back, I have two airline tickets, one rail ticket, and two possible seats reserved with friends who are driving down. Talk about trains, planes and automobiles!! As of the time I hit publish on this post, Air Canada seems to be behaving itself — cross your fingers for me!

But here’s your sneak peek at the really big news I’ll be helping to promote at Blissdom Canada: the Fisher-Price playpanel is going to be extended for another year, and Mom Central Canada is looking for 15 more parent bloggers to join the team! Here’s the details from the Mom Central Canada team:

In 2011, we helped Fisher-Price Canada launch the Fisher-Price Play Panel. This group of 8 incredible Canadian bloggers has spent the past year learning more about the company, it’s people and what goes in to making learning toys. You can check out the Play Panel here. We will build on the momentum of the existing play panel team and are thrilled to announce we’re expanding our Fisher-Price Blogger Community! This Community, comprised of 15 additional Canadian bloggers, will help spread the word about Fisher-Price; its toys and various initiatives throughout the year. In addition, Fisher-Price will be launching a new advertising campaign all about the “Joy of Learning” which you will be hearing much more about.

Want more info? You can sign up here. It has been an incredibly fun and rewarding couple of months working with Fisher-Price and the playpanel team, and I’d highly encourage anyone who is interested to apply to be on the team!

One year in Manotick

Can you believe it’s been a year this week since we moved out to Manotick? Seems like yesterday. Seems like we’ve been here forever. It has been the most tumultuous, crazy, busy year – no wonder it flew by in a flash!

I still remember the very powerful feeling I had the very first day we moved in, that we belonged in the house. It felt instantly comfortable and familiar, like we’d always lived here. I think that sense of comfort helped me keep my sanity for the first three months, when it seemed like everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

I’ve taken to calling October through December of last year “the dark time” in my head. There were plenty of happy moments, but in addition to being seasonally, literally dark, I was full of doubts about what we’d gotten into. What I’d gotten us into. Within days of moving in, the dishwasher crapped out and the microwave started acting up. The furnace died, and then we found the mould in the basement. The boys were having some trouble settling in at the new school. We replaced the sump pump, had some rewiring done, tore up carpets and then it took forever to put all the bits of poor Tristan’s room back together again. So much went wrong with the house so quickly, I was sick with worry about what else could go wrong.

And through it all, right up until the spring thaw (that leaked into our basement and knocked over a tree in the yard) I rationalized the decision to move in my head. It was a great neighbourhood. It was a great school. The boys had a huge yard. There was great light, breathtaking light, that made me happy when it streamed through the huge windows. I think the reason I have been so vocal about how great life in Manotick is (and really, it is!) is because I was still trying to convince myself that it was all worth it. Having led the impulsive decision to buy the house and to move out here, I had to justify the decision to lead my family into such upheaval. It was well after Christmas before I could drive past the old house in Barrhaven without a sick feeling of “what have I done?” in the pit of my stomach.

And now, looking back on the first year as a whole instead of as a series of highs and lows, I can really say that it was the right choice — but oh man, that was a dark couple of months back there at the end of 2010!

When we first moved out here, I was on a mission (Beloved might even say it was a bit of a pathological obsession) to be a part of the community. I joined the school council, attended community meetings, went out of my way to meet the neighbours. We paid a ridiculous sum of money for a three-month membership to the community pool, largely because I was seduced by the concept of membership itself. We even started going (wait for it!) to church! I’m not sure why I got so fixated on being a part of the community, except maybe that there never really was a sense of neighbourhood and community when we lived in Barrhaven, and I’ve spent my whole life with a vague yearning for that sense of belonging.

This summer cemented my love for the community, and my faith that moving out here was the right thing to do. The house finally stopped (touch wood) finding ways to vex me, and we actually went a couple of months in a row without a contractor coming in to inspect, quote or fix something. We figured out that the odd, faint smell from the basement has to do with the smell of the water table and the island itself than the mould that I feared it was. The summer was long and glorious and beautiful, and the porch unexpectedly transformed itself into a portrait studio.

I really think, though, that the moment when I stopped rationalizing and justifying things in my head happened just this past weekend. We were at the Harvest Festival at Watson’s Mill, hopping off the horse-drawn wagon ride, and a queue of people were waiting to get on. I heard the boys’ names being called over and over. “Hi Tristan!” from one. “Hi Simon!” from another. And even Lucas’s mate from daycare was there. THe boys laughed, shouted, huddled with their friends. We could barely get down the block, so many friends and neighbours were there saying hello and sharing a quick chat.

There’s still a lot of little jobs, and even a few big jobs, that need to be done. The septic system is another year older, and won’t last forever. I’m not convinced we won’t get more water in the basement next spring thaw. And the damn tree that fell over in April is still waiting for Bell to come and rebury the cables underneath the uprooted stump, which has now started to sprout anew. But these are all things we can fix in time. Or continue to look blithely past.

We have a place where we belong. We are home.

Most incredibly photogenic Thanksgiving weekend EVER!!!

My laptop now makes a bit of a clunking, whirring noise each time I open a new program or window, because I uploaded nine gigabytes (!!) of pictures this weekend. (On top of the 8GB+ from the wedding last weekend. Eek!) But OMG, was that not the most gorgeous, sunny, colourful Thanksgiving weekend ever?

We started out at the Manotick Harvest Festival on Saturday. Pumpkin painting, horse-drawn wagon rides, and the last ice cream of the year from the Hodge Podge Shoppe. Perfect Saturday out!

288:365 Manotick Harvest Festival

On Sunday, we headed out to the Antrim Flea Market, where I found a great deal on a little Kodak Brownie Super 27 from the early 1960s that I simply could not resist for $5. Instead of hopping back on to the 417 back home again, we went up the road to find the five-arch stone bridge in Pakenham that I’d been hearing about for years. Have you ever been to Pakenham? What a perfectly gorgeous little village! If you go, stop in for an old fashioned family restraurant experience at the Centennial restaurant, and then go frolic on the rocks under the bridge. (You might want to wait until next spring if you want to get the full “take off your shoes and splash in the water” experience that the boys had — but they highly recommend it!) It’s a perfect afternoon outing! I can’t believe I’ve lived in Ottawa all these years and never seen this perfect gem.

One autumn day in Pakenham

There were no photographs of the perfect Thanksgiving dinner at Granny’s house, but there is nothing like a warm, colourful day with your family to give you a list as long as your arm of things to be thankful for – not to mention working up an appetite!

And then on Monday there was not one but TWO family photo sessions with two sweet families as different as can be.

This little guy is my first-ever repeat customer as a photography client! Everitt was a four-week old newborn when I first met him on Easter weekend in 2010, and now he’s a bright, friendly, energetic toddler.

Porch Portraits

And then I headed out to one of my favourite of Ottawa’s Hidden Treasures, the Lime Kiln Trail, to meet a wonderfully exhuberant family of six for a photo session in the delicious autumn afternoon light.

Lime Kiln Trail portraits

Kids are an easy target, but I try to always capture a picture of just mom and dad, too. I love love love how this one turned out!

Heather Ann and Sam

I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much during a portrait session as I did with these guys. And I seriously thought about stealing all four kids to keep for myself. I don’t think Beloved could have said no to such cuteness.

By the end of the day, I simply couldn’t choose one session or even one particular photo over the other as the official photo of the day, so I put these two together. I think they represent perfectly what I will remember best about the gift that was Thanksgiving Weekend 2011.

Thanksgiving families

These are the things that truly matter in life: sunshine, laughter, warmth and family. The essential ingredients in a perfect Thanksgiving weekend!

Project 365: Wonderful weddings and fall fixations

I was really, really excited and really, really nervous by the time Saturday rolled around last week. I’d been in contact with a sweet couple that had asked me to photograph their wedding, and by the time the wedding rolled around I actually had butterflies in my tummy. (Can I say tummy? It seems like a bit of a silly word, but “butterflies in my stomach” just doesn’t roll off the tongue the same way, does it?)

Anyway, the day was grey and freeeeeeezing cold – at least, freezing in comparison to the sunny, mild September we’ve just enjoyed. I was a little concerned that the light would be flat and dull, and the ceremony was scheduled to end just a few minutes before sunset. I kept a wary eye on the forecast all week long.

And just look at what Mother Nature gave us!

281:365 Erin and Trent

I swear, I was even *more* nervous about not screwing up the rainbow shot than I was about not screwing up the ceremony shots!! No pressure there, no siree. (Eek!) Aren’t they just an adorable couple, though? They made me feel like a part of the family during the wedding.

And then I spent the whole day on Sunday playing with the pictures I’d taken, so much so that I didn’t have a chance to take any new pictures at all, so I stole another favourite from the wedding as my picture of the day for Sunday, too. (Hey, my project, my rules!) I love love love this shot, from the light to Erin’s expression to the girliness of all those ruffles. I guess I needn’t have expended all that angst over the light, eh?

282:365 Putting on the garter

It was, on the whole, a rather dull and rainy week. Rain can lend its own flavour to a scene, though, like the drops on this web and fence. (Yes, I am fixated on a few key elements lately. Rural shots, fence shots, and textures. Fixated may not be a strong enough word for it.)

283:365 Wet web

Oh right, here’s another fixation: vintage anything! (Surprise – with texture!)

284:365 Yashica with the fall colours

You can’t really blame me for being fixated on the fall colours right now. This is such a photogenic time of year – it’s hard to take a bad picture. (Oh look, more textures!) (I really like this one. I think it’s the best texture work I’ve done recently.)

286:365 Autumn flowers

Enough with the textures? Okay, some straight-up cuteness for you. I love that he so loves flowers!

285:365 Lucas with a yellow flower

(Doesn’t he look so grown up in that one? I am always intrigued by photographs of kids where you can see the grown-up lurking inside and peeking through!)

And finally, this one with some of my favourite toys. I’m heading out to the Blissdom Canada social media conference next week (squee!) and as I make checklists in my head about what to bring (iPhone? Check. Camera? Check. Laptop? Check.) this picture came together. I called it “Road trip, vintage style!”

287:365 Road trip, vintage style

I dunno, you think I can fit it all in the overhead bin on the plane? 😉

Five ideas for Thanksgiving Family Fun in and around Ottawa

Wow, did you see the forecast for this weekend? I don’t know if I’ve ever eaten Thanksgiving dinner in shorts before – yowza, it’s going to be a spectacular weekend!

Here’s five quick ideas of ways you can get out of the house and celebrate Thanksgiving in Ottawa:

1. Admire the fall foliage at Gatineau Park
The National Capital Commission is offering a program called Follies of the Fall Forest, a two-hour guided hike along the Sugarbush Trail including lessons on identifying trees and discussions of why exactly leaves change colour. And it’s FREE!

270:365 Autumn acorns

2. Manotick Harvest Festival
This runs Saturday October 8 from 11 until 4 pm. There will be horse-drawn wagon rides, pumpkin painting and face painting for kids, a harvest market, and you can visit Watson’s Mill, among other activities. The village is beautiful in the fall – well worth the drive!

3. Celebrate the harvest at a local farmers market
Is there any better way to celebrate the harvest than fresh, local food? This weekend marks the last weekend for many local farmers’ markets, so it’s time to get out and stock up! This website has a great list of local markets with hours and locations.

273:365 First day of fall in the Byward Market

4. Saunders Farm
It’s Haunting Season at Saunders Farm, with a list of activities that seems to grow each time I visit the website. Giant jumping pillows, fairy gardens, pedal racing, mazes – there’s more than a full day of fun here.

5. Take some family pictures
The autumn light is soft and flattering, and you simply can’t beat the backdrop of colourful fall foliage. Why not get out and take some family portraits this weekend! (That’s what I’ll be doing!) Last year, I wrote a post with five suggestions for great places in and around Ottawa to take family portraits, but heck, at this time of year it’s hard to find a bad location for pictures!

278b:365 Lime Kiln Hike

Got any other tips to share? What will you be doing to celebrate this summer – erm, I mean AUTUMN long weekend? 🙂

Leading an unbalanced life

I was at a seminar recently that discussed the differences between the Baby Boomers, Generation X and the Millennials. One of the key differences between the three generations was what they seek in life: the boomers chased money and status, the GenXers chased balanced, and the Millennials seek meaning and personal fulfillment.

Ah, balance. It’s true. My grown-up life has been a quest to find that elusive life balance. Not just in work/home life, but in time for me versus time for the family. I’ve seen it said before: we’re a generation that grew up being told we can do it all – but we don’t really want to do it all, we just want to do some of it enough that we feel we’re doing most of it. So very post-modern of us.

I’ve been thinking about balance a lot lately. The big irony in my life right now, I think, is that when I dropped my day job down to part-time status at 30 hours per week a couple of years ago, I pretty much nailed the balance thing. Three days at home, four days at work. I felt like a good mom, but I was living a life outside of the house too. Breathing space all around.

And then, because I never can sit still for long, I pulled it all out of whack again with this photography phase I’m in. I’m delighted that it’s been such a success, but I’m exhausted, too. Now instead of one job, I’ve got three: the day job, the blog job, and the photography job. Oops. And all that other stuff moms are supposed to do, too.

The toughest part is that the photography job feels selfish, because at the end of the day it’s optional, and a choice I can make. A couple of years back, working full-time was not an option. Weekends crammed with photo sessions and editing? That’s an option, something I’m doing for love as much as – hell, even more so than — money.

So what’s the problem? The guilt. Oh, the guilt. And it’s back with a vengeance, because now I’m *choosing* to spend time on the computer, or in front of my camera, instead of doing a lot of other often meaningless but ultimately necessary domestic minutiae. I mean seriously, what would you rather do? Head out to the countryside with a couple of cute kids and chase ’em around for a couple of hours — or clean the toilet?

I know it’s a busy season for photographers, but right now, I feel like I’m spending way too much time with the computer balanced precariously on my lap, my attention span wavering between the image opened in Photoshop in front of me, the domestic battles raging around me about whose turn it is to watch what on TV, and a boy’s earnest but dreadfully boring recount of what’s just happened on Club Penguin, all while pointedly ignoring the crumbs from yesterday’s dinner that never got swept off the counter.

I’m not complaining here, make no mistake. I am so proud of what’s become of the photography business, to say nothing of my mad photography skillz over the last little while. But yeesh, talk about being the architect of your own demise.

Those of you who know me best are probably not even surprised by this turn of events. I mean, there’s nobody to blame here but me and my infernal inability to sit still.

So this whole balance thing must be a bit of a myth, right? Is it working for you?

Project 365: Seeing red (and orange and purple)

Maybe it’s the warm, saturated colours that come with autumn, but I noticed that I have been completely fixated on the colour red in my pictures this week. Reds with green, reds with purples, reds with blues — it’s been a very red week!

Like this one – clearly, it was red laundry load day for this family. (As one of my friends on Flickr pondered, “Wonder if they were all red going into the washing machine?”) What is it about laundry lines? I love them, and this one in particular.

277:365 Red laundry day

The reds are a little more muted in this one. This little pot of flowers has survived the whole season, from drippy spring to droughty summer. I fear the porch picture season may be drawing to a close!

278:365 Leggy geraniums on the porch

And completely by fluke, I picked up on almost exactly the same colour palette when I found this colourful wall in the Byward Market. (I really had to resist the urge to straighten that lamp in photoshop. It’s still irking me!)

279:365 Four o'clocks

On that spectacularly summer-like Sunday we had, I had the pleasure of meeting this family of five. I’ll have a few more pictures from their portrait session to share soon. Aren’t they lovely?

275:365 The K Family

It’s been ages since I’ve been out to Dow’s Lake, and they’ve got things moved around a bit. I snapped this sunset shot while I was waiting to meet with the bride and groom to be for a wedding I’ll be shooting later today. I’m so excited!

276:365 Dow's Lake

The fall colours are really starting to show off now. I loved how a quick break in a dark day gave this ordinary-looking field a bit of drama.

280:365 Stormy autumn day

And finally, the only picture of the week that doesn’t feature the colour red: poor Katie, who’s face clearly says to me, “He’s TOUCHING me!” Funny, when we adopted Willie last spring, I knew that we’d have no trouble with Katie adapting to a new pet, but I have been surprised that it’s been her who is resistant to cuddling. Despite many efforts on Willie’s part, this is the first time I’ve ever seen her tolerate him cuddling with her.

274:365 Stealing a cuddle

I think autumn may well be the most photogenic of all the seasons!