This is the first in a series of visual love letters to Smiths Falls, one of my favourite towns.
I’m from Vancouver, and while there are great things about the westcoast, I have called rural Ottawa home for the past 20 years.
The single best thing I love about living in the east is the riches of small towns and villages, roads that lead everywhere, chalk-full of opportunities to stop, talk to people, poke around and discover. Smiths Falls, just 20 minutes from where we live, has been my second home since the birth of our first child, when my in-laws sold up in Sudbury and moved to be close to us. Continue reading What I See When I See Smiths Falls