At 4:42 a.m., I called 911. By that point, my regular medications had stopped controlling the pain. It had become so severe that simply getting from my bed to the shelter door was an ordeal. Every push on my manual …
The accompanying illustration is a composite courtroom-style reconstruction based on lived experience. Architectural details, mural content, bed numbering, clock placement, and identifying characteristics have been altered or combined to protect privacy. It should not be interpreted as depicting any specific …
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Three men waited for the bus at the Queensway Transit Exchange. I thought back to Charles. Earlier that evening… Yum Yum Tree. Capri Centre Mall. A large combo. Curry rice noodles. Thin. Fragile. With a sweet bite. Chop suey. Barbecue …
This morning I called the BC Housing Registry. The call lasted 13 minutes. I was told my file was active. My information was updated. My mobility needs were reviewed. We discussed walkers, wheelchairs, stairs, bathtubs, income assistance, shelters, and the …
Most people know the headline. Some remember the news stories. Some remember the public debate. Some remember the arguments about housing, healthcare, responsibility, and policy. Some remember the photographs from the hospital. Some remember the letters. I remember Cory. Not …
Dispatches are allowed to be messy because life is messy. A storm rolled through Kelowna this afternoon. Rain. Ice pellets. Wind. The kind of weather that sends people looking for cover wherever they can find it. I shot weather footage …
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Behind a blue door sits The Pit: part smoking area, part workshop, part garden, part gathering place. A photographic exploration of the traces people leave behind and the community they build together.
Today I invited elected officials, BC Housing, and provincial leadership to spend 72 hours navigating homelessness in Kelowna using the same systems available to everyone else. The invitation remains open.
The pain woke me up again. At first it was my hands. Then my wrists. Then my forearms. Then my elbows, shoulders and neck. By morning I was trying to figure out whether I could brush my teeth, open a …
A few weeks ago I was housed. Now I’m carrying most of what I own in reusable bags, trying to figure out bathrooms, bus schedules, insulin supplies, charging cables, where to sit without being moved along, and whether I can …