The hikers photography

August 10, 2025 Some moments demand a photograph. Others defy it entirely, spilling past the frame before your hands could even find the camera. Tonight was one of those moments. The day began early, the sky just waking as I drove into Courtenay to pick up my daughter for Highland dancing. Watching her move, light on her feet, was like watching joy itself take form — a reminder that some traditions carry the heartbeat of generations. From there, the day bloomed hot, nearly 40°C, the air humming with summer’s weight. We meet friends for a round of mini golf at 3 in black creek , and somewhere between the laughter, the easy competition, and the chatter, I felt that familiar sweep — that great, emotional tide  that comes whenever I’m with my friend Ezraaaa. Time stretches differently in those moments. Everything feels possible. Everything feels infinite. After dropping my daughter off around 8:40, I made a quick stop at Walmart to scout for photo frames. A practical errand, nothi...

By Olivia — August 1st–4th, 2025 The long weekend arrived like a shimmering wave, thick with heat and humming with possibility. August had barely begun, and already the air felt golden and stretched — a warm invitation to lean in, slow down, and fall in love with everything again. I wrapped up work early Friday with the kind of to-do list that feels aggressively unromantic: chores, yardwork, glue. The kayak needed sealing, the garden needed tending, and the camera — believe it or not — stayed sleeping in its bag. No photos. No spark. Yet. But the evening held a soft reprieve: dancing downtown with the youngest. Music, motion, messy joy. I even got some editing done amidst the giggles and feet tapping. Not a bad trade. Saturday: Maps, Cameras & a Paddle to Little Mexico By 9 AM Saturday, I’d scooped up Elizabeth and we were off — crafting a handmade birthday card for sweet Carson, turning Marge podge and shells into love. Afterward, the marina called to me like a lighthouse for the ...

🌿✨ Juliette: The Most Beautiful Mother pottery Slug in All the Land Neurodiverse. Queer. Slow. Glowing. And deeply, unapologetically lesbian. 🐌 INTRODUCING JULIETTE – MOTHER, MYSTIC, AND MOSS ICON Somewhere deep in the glistening underbrush of Vancouver Island, tucked gently under a damp, rotting log carpeted in moss as soft as a vintage velvet jacket, lives Juliette — the mother of Emily the slug, the quiet and beloved mascot of  The Hikers Photography. But Juliette isn’t just someone’s mom. She’s a movement. She’s a mood. She’s the original forest queer icon. And honestly? She’s been emotionally processing since before you were born. With a golden, banana-hued body and feelers that twitch ever-so-slightly when she hears indie lesbian acoustic music, Juliette is the kind of mother slug who makes being shy look like a whole aesthetic. She’s the reason Emily turned out so emotionally intelligent, camera shy, and drawn to puddles with good lighting. 🌸 WHO IS JULIETTE REALLY?...