When I was home this past Christmas my Aunt Lucy and I were rummaging through some old photographs. I came across this photo of me as a kid, my favorite photo of me actually. When I held it up to my Aunt to get her opinion on that day encapsulated in time, she said, “You were always the color of outdoors, Mandy.”
That line burrowed deep down in to my soul. It is likely the greatest compliment I could ever have received. Since I could stand on my own two feet I have felt most comfortable, most at peace – and at the same time – most wild, in the great outdoors. There is no place quite like Labrador to grow up in. You are constantly tested by the weather, by the realities of doing without even the basic necessities at times, by the rigid yet sweet nature of a human being. It is possible. We are as odd as our weather patterns.
I can’t think of a better name for this blog than that sentence that left my heart feeling so full.
Welcome to the Color of Outdoors.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.