Fine Art Photography
My strongest sense is that of light. Each and every day I am aware of how light moves across our landscape, our walls, our faces. This awareness leads to my photographic process of revealing and exploring my connection to and unity with this energy field. Through photography we bear witness to our reflection of reality and how we are participating with these connections. For me photography helps me to clarify my understanding and interpretation of each moment by acting as an agent for heightened perception.
Photography seems to always have been there for me. I started shooting in high school and have carried my camera with me ever since.
To view and purchase more of Kristin's Fine Art Photography please visit: www.kristincharleton.com
Shabin Fever - A Blog About Off Grid Living
Kristin is a resident of Lasqueti Island and has created a blog about Life on Lasqueti some sample posts are:
- I'm No Angel
"I’m no angel, but I look like one. Every night for a few hours I float around the house with my halo of a headlamp showering light around me. To live in a community that is off-the-grid is to be a headlamp owner. I think I actually have an indent in my forehead marking that special place where the headlamp squeezes my skull. Visit your friends after dark without a headlamp – mistake – time to reveal your zombie shuffle moves in the inky darkness to locate your car. At the house we use a headlamp to go to the outhouse, bring in the firewood and start the generator. Inside we use the headlamp to check if the chicken is actually cooked, read stories to our children and light up the keyboard as we type at night. Sure, we have some dim eco-green LED cold blue lights in the house but if you actually need to see anything, we use a headlamp.
For the past few months I have been struggling with the strap of my headlamp – it has become a saggy shred of it’s former self continually riding the high of my nose. On my recent visit to Vancouver I headed to Mountain Equipment Co-op to indulge myself in a new headlamp. As I stood staring at over the 50 types of headlamp a friendly salesman came past." read more
- One Hour BFA (Before Friends Arrive)
"There are those of us that just open the door when guests arrive, perhaps double check the towels are fluffed and a chocolate mint adorns the fresh, ocean-mist scented pillows. And then… there are the rest of us who are in a state of daily chaos, dog paddling in a mucky swamp to keep our heads above water. Marvin and I fall into the latter category.
It is Friday 8:30 am, approximately 7 hours BFA (Before Friends Arrive). The groceries need to be picked up on the 10:45 am ferry, there is breakfast and lunch to provide, a few activities to occupy the minds of toddlers; the rest of the time can be spent cleaning the house. No problem. I drink a second cup of coffee and relax.
9:05 am (6.5 BFA) Marvin and I are standing on our back porch surveying our yard. Marvin looks up at me with a grim face. “It smells like shit.”
I answer with a tad bit of hostility “It’s not shit, the boys spilled some seaweed concentrate a few weeks back and the smell is still lingering.”
Marvin looks at me, “It smells like someone crawled under our deck and took a shit.”
“It’s not shit, I have been watching Fox’s little bare bum all morning and he has not gone shit.” With the smallest sense of uncertainty I check the back end of his freshly diapered bum. Could there have been a rogue poo? Did I miss the tell-tale smudge signs when I girded his loins? No evidence found – his inner thighs are smear clear." read more
Visit Kristin's Blog Shabbin Fever - Chop Wood, Carry Water to read all the unique, quirky stories about life on Lasqueti Island!