Happy Thanksgiving. #family (Taken with Instagram)
Little girl at party. Shot at my sister’s place in St. John’s last week.
She looks pretty unimpressed, bordering on the derisive. ThisĀ is a look I get from women a lot. Good to see it’s not age specific.
Family portrait, taken downtown St. John’s.
Kid with mohawk? Kid with mohawk. Nice one, squire.
GPOYW: Me, giving a talk on photography and explaining this photo I took of my father/Santa Claus last Christmas Eve.
Old Christmas Day. Time to pack it all up again for another year—including this pretty sweet Batman decoration, guarding my tree since my sister gave it to me on the 25th.
Dog and owner falling into step, St. John’s.
The building in the background is the Railway Coastal Museum, which was formally one of Canadian National’s offices in town. My father worked there for years.
My father, doing the Kringle thing, Christmas Eve in Bowring Park.
My father as Santa meets a well-wisher in Bowring Park, St. John’s.
“God bless you, Santa,” this gent said with all apparent sincerity. “You’re a good man.”
“Thank you,” my father replied. “And don’t worry, you’ll get that truck you asked for.”
Rebecca’s nephew Logan, 3, with my father as Santa.
Every Christmas Eve my father dresses up like this and it’s my job to drive him around to visit kids, relatives and other loved ones. Every Christmas Eve we still have a blast. He’s crazy, but it’s a good crazy, folks.
My aunt Carol. Taken at my sister’s place, St. John’s.









