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GTA/Ontario Wedding Photography & VIDEOGRAPHY
welcome! My name is Linda, and I have been a photographer and videographer FROM THE GTA / ONTARIo for over a decade now. Wow time flies!
Having explored various avenues of art, from fashion and commercial productions to weddings and lifestyle shoots, I welcome all walks of life and the stories they bring. There is always more to a shoot than what meets the eye. By delving into the stories of the lives I shoot and capturing their essence, I provide a platform for you to bring out your natural human side.
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YOU ARE A GODDESS! SO TALENTED AND KIND. WE HAD SUCH A BLAST WORKING WITH YOU. WE APPRECIATE THE TIME YOU TOOK, THE ARTIST YOU ARE, YOU CAPTURED US BEAUTIFULLY AND ARE SO IN LOVE WITH THESE IMAGES. CAN'T WAIT TO SEE ALL THE MAGIC YOU CREATE!
- PHAN & VEE
![I lost my dad today. And in my grief, despite the heaviness left forever in my heart, I want to share a story of his kindness.
When I was 8 years old, my dad took me to the Eaton Centre before its big renovation. For anyone who remembers back then, there used to be a small food court on the lowest level.
There, upon one of the tables, sat an envelope full of coins worth $50 (we counted out of curiosity). As an excited kid, $50 was a big deal back in the late 90s. But my dad suggested we take it to the lost and found booth first, just in case someone was looking for it.
There was a very nice security lady standing at the booth. When we handed her the envelope, she suggested for us to wait 2 hours. In case no one showed up to claim it, it would be ours. And so we did, wandering around for about 2.5 hours as we enjoyed exploring HMV that was across the street at the time.
When we returned, we found out no one claimed the envelope and so it belonged to us in the end. I always grew up in a modest home. We worked hard and used every paycheque towards expenses. My parents sacrificed a lot to give my sister and I a good life. So when $50 lands in your lap, it feels like you've won the jackpot.
We headed outside, curious as to how we would spend it. Around the doors to the exit outside, there was a homeless old man missing an arm and bound to a wheelchair. He sat there quietly, a solemn look on his face, holding a Tim Hortons cup with his one hand and not looking or saying anything. Just sitting there. My dad turned to me and nudged me forward, advising I should give the man the money in our stead. I asked him why, only for my dad to reply with his kind, low voice "because there are people out there who need it more than we do."
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