Jeremi Bourassa

Jeremi Bourassa

I work as a tree planter and fruit picker in order to finance the projects that make me vibrate, that give me the drive I need in order to keep on fighting the good fight for feeling great. Lately, photography has taken over as my main source of inspiration, helping rediscover the world I thought I knew but barely noticed.
Here are some of my visions.

All photos and quotes are my own original creations. I don't like plagiarism so reblog but don't steal please.


borisla:

He was probably a bit different.© Jeremi Bourassa

Shot posted yesterday

borisla:

He was probably a bit different.

© Jeremi Bourassa

Shot posted yesterday

He was probably a bit different.© Jeremi Bourassa

He was probably a bit different.

© Jeremi Bourassa

borisla:

The Revelstoke waterslide.

- Jeremi  Bourassa

Oldie
Welcome home..© Jeremi Bourassa

Welcome home..

© Jeremi Bourassa

the-masterworks:

Broken islands.
By Jeremi Bourassa

Thanks the-masterworks for featuring my shot on your page!!
Glad to see this one has been out of the archives.

the-masterworks:

Broken islands.


By Jeremi Bourassa

Thanks the-masterworks for featuring my shot on your page!! Glad to see this one has been out of the archives.
Leaving the club.© Jeremi Bourassa

Leaving the club.

© Jeremi Bourassa

I guess you could call him a black sheep.© Jeremi Bourassa

I guess you could call him a black sheep.

© Jeremi Bourassa

Maybe they are right but they are two sunshines left.© Jeremi Bourassa

Maybe they are right but they are two sunshines left.

© Jeremi Bourassa

Drifting away such a dream or a dazeBut the days, oh these days spent a driftWashing the soul as the spirit marches nakedLike feet in the sand, like sand between the toesLike those moments with you by the seaJust seeing, not doing, doing was boringWe just saw that one another would be smilingBecause all we would do, was drift in a dream.© Jeremi Bourassa

Drifting away such a dream or a daze
But the days, oh these days spent a drift
Washing the soul as the spirit marches naked
Like feet in the sand, like sand between the toes
Like those moments with you by the sea
Just seeing, not doing, doing was boring
We just saw that one another would be smiling
Because all we would do, was drift in a dream.

© Jeremi Bourassa

borisla:

Broken islands. 4/
© Jeremi Bourassa

Thanks ocevns for brightening my day.

borisla:

Broken islands. 4/


© Jeremi Bourassa

Thanks ocevns for brightening my day.