In the late summer of 2001, I rented a house with a studio on Tancook Island, a small island that you can only get to by ferry, which leaves from Chester Nova Scotia. Upon arriving in Halifax I looked into renting a computer to work on my digital photography for my two-week stay. I decided to wait. Upon arriving in Chester, my friend and I realized that we could not drive our car onto the ferry. We loaded our supplies, clothes, food and guitar into large crates that loomed precariously over the water. After the hour long ferry ride, we arrived in Tancook. The walk to our house was 10 minutes up the road, but our arms were only so big- and our heels a little high. The captain of the ferry took pity on us and we jumped in the back of his beat up old red pick-up, and clung to the back as we bumped along the dirt road.

I realized at this point renting a computer was a stupid plan. This trip was supposed to be an artist residency, a time away from my regular surroundings to create art. Armed with my camera and the stunning, unusual island, I began taking pictures.

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