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.
Although I spend most of my waking hours exploring and photographing people, places and things, it’s odd that I’ve never spent time photographing the town. It’s a wonder of a place – (mostly) street after street of intact heritage houses – modest to grand houses built for business scions and workers alike, set on the Rideau Canal with accessible waterfront, gorgeous parks, and a wonderful hospital.
Like Rome, all roads lead to Smiths Falls.