Field Notes

There’s something about the Fulford ferry terminal that makes time feel optional. Not really any slower exactly but just softer. Luna and I biked down to the Harbour with her all tucked in, the kind of ride where the air feels like it’s doing half the work for you. It was after all, going the same way we were. Sun sitting just right. No rush to be anywhere else. With french fries in hand, too many as always. A few for us and a few for the crows, who are never shy about showin

There’s something about a djembe that doesn’t just fill space, it shapes it. I’ve been spending time learning the foundations of West African drumming with Tristan and Julia, slowly getting a feel for the rhythms, the structure, and the way each part locks into the next. It’s humbling, in the best way. There’s a depth to it that you don’t really understand until you’re sitting in it. These photos came out of one of those sessions. Tristan playing his new djembe in a setting t