Cinematographer/Editor

Tim first captured moving water as a young kid exploring the river banks of the Mississippi.  One Friendly Almonte morning, in ‘93, he aimlessly wandered down a dirt road in search of a watering hole to dunk himself.  He happened upon a sign nestled off the side of the road that read: “No Tresspasing.” Tim read, out loud, the rusty bullet wounded sign, unknowingly confusing his French Canadian and English heritage, “Non tres pas sing.” He mistook the sign to be a confused warning to forest singers and continued on his way.  Earlier that morning he had snuck his mothers sewing scissors from the linen closet to refashion his jean shorts.  But now, his upper thighs were paying for his ambitiously cropped cut-offs. While itching the red strip of flesh that was forming just above his knee cap a blurred stream of neon green light passed within his periphery. He removed his dirty uncut nails from his sunburn and chased the attractive color with his uncle Laurie’s VHS camcorder.  Barreling through the thorn bushes he found, in their opening, a single man in a florescent kayak paddling through the moving water. He cooled his legs in the murky Mississippi and with his camcorder on his shoulder, he captured the man’s movements as he faded over the lip of a waterfall.  From that day forward Tim decided kayaking and film were something worthy of his time and he has been doing it for a while now.