BlackHive

08/09/2026

A little something I’ve been up to lately. I may still add a design to the back… but I’m really liking what’s happening here so far.
It’s a bit of a vest, a bit of a capelet. Either way, it can be worn a whole bunch of different ways, depending on your mood and how you want to wear it.

Hope you’re doing alright out there friends and taking good care of yourselves. 🖤

08/03/2026

07/31/2026

I think I’ll hang on to this one for a while.—Vintage Scorpion and Abalone, Silver belt buckle♥️

07/29/2026

Traded a belt for a few nights of camping beside a gorgeous creek. ♥️

07/21/2026

Beach to myself♥️Pretty Perfect

07/20/2026

Just a little shout out to my brother Nebs..

Every year when I’m out doing Vancouver Folk, Chris, Jocelyn and the kids open their home to me. It’s become a second home.

This was a sneaky pic Nebs took while we were wandering around Port Moody.

And these kicks…. Growing up on the streets of Winnipeg with the punks and skaters, I wanted a pair so bad, but could never afford them.
Rolled into town and Nebs gifted me a pair, new oldstock .

Funny how life works. Sometimes little things help lift old pieces of the kid you used to be.

Love you, brother. Thanks for everything.

07/19/2026

There’s nothing like listening to Scorpions at 8 a.m. and driving through Vancouver on my way to work a festival, bawling my eyes out. If I’m going to cry, it’ll be with big shades and in my truck. Lol
I had forgotten that yesterday was my mom’s birthday, and today is the day she made the decision to leave this place 35 years ago.

ThirtyFive years….

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t still think about her or wish she was here. Grief changes over time, but it never really leaves. It becomes part of you, woven into your bones, into the person you become.
I often wonder what she would think of my life, my children, the person I’ve become.

At times I still can hear her voice calling out my name.
♥️