09/03/2026
Sometimes I forget just how beautiful home is.
The other evening, while hay was going down and the kids were running through the field, I grabbed my camera.
This is our farm. Our family. Our ordinary September evening, and somehow, through my lens, it didn’t feel ordinary at all.
Photography has taught me to notice light differently. The way the last of the sun catches the grass. Dust and bugs floating through a sunbeam. Little legs running down a swath behind Dad. An old tractor working its way across a field. The kind of moments that don’t announce themselves as important while they’re happening.
And tucked into a couple of these photographs is something we’ve been working incredibly hard on this year: our little guest cabin at Borealis Acres.
In the next few weeks, we’ll finally be opening its doors and welcoming our first guests to experience this place for themselves - the sunsets, the quiet, the farm, and of course, the Shire horses.
There is something pretty special about realizing that the landscape I’ve photographed for years is becoming a place we’ll soon get to share with other people.
For now, though, this was just us. A camera, two kids, a hay field, and one ridiculously beautiful Alberta evening. 🤎
Borealis Acres
