Outdoor Boudoir Sessions and our Regina Departure

I have left Regina! Well… almost. 😉

I can’t believe I’m actually sitting here typing this, but… 

Our boxes are packed, the studio has been dismantled, baseboards scrubbed, and dust bunnies sent scurrying into the empty corners of our loft. Tomorrow we’re packing up our moving truck and the next day we set sail for our new home in Nelson, BC.

I’m going to be real with y’all, the butterflies settled into my stomach the instant we found our new home. They haven’t stopped fluttering since! We have been working towards this moment for what seems like years now, and the day is finally here. 

In 2019 I attended a summer camp for boudoir photographers. I have been dreaming about taking my sessions outside into nature ever since! I got a taste of outdoor boudoir sessions that summer. The cascade of events that came from the confidence I unlocked that week was something I never expected.

It wasn’t long after that summer camp that we moved into this old brick warehouse building which at the time was the scariest thing I’d ever done. I never could have imagined that just three short years later we’d be packing everything up again and heading into the mountains.

an outdoor boudoir session of a woman laying on her side in shallow river water in a black bikini, her face is turned up towards the harsh sunlight and her eyes are closed

Outdoor Boudoir Sessions

Our new home is just minutes from Nelson, a city I fell in love with during our honeymoon last year. Just as Shawn had predicted, of course. He’d been there before and knew I would love it. The best part, though? I’m just a 15 minute walk from the Kootenay River! I’ll be spending the next couple of months exploring the river with my beautiful and adventurous clients from the Kootenays. So, while I’ve handed over the keys to our studio, I haven’t lost my space to photograph clients in. I’ve gained nature as my backdrop. I cannot wait to share with you all the beautiful art my clients and I will be creating together.

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