I’m still here.

I think the hardest part of any artists is the ability to stay inspired. It isn’t a set formula that one can follow every time to get similar results. With myself, it comes in waves and is effected by certain events, situations, activities, locations, the weather, the people you’re around or not around; it’s a metric ton of factors that can either make or break ones inspiration.

Inspiration isn’t the only step one goes through to produce work. The next step can be as difficult, and equally important. Anyone can have an idea and be inspired, but actually sitting down and going through the process of creation is another battle in itself. This is a big one for many because it means you are putting yourself out there and taking risks.

I was diagnosed with ADHD in Grade 1 in the year 1995, a time when the study of learning disabilities was just starting to be taken seriously by the psychological community, having a tremendous impact on my life. Although one could say that my grades improved, the amount of psychological changes Ritalin put my brain and body through for 12 years far outweigh the pros. The cons were angry outbursts, little to no appetite, insomnia, anxiety and depression. This last one is a key factor to my work ethic, and effects whether something gets release in a month or a week.

So yes, I’ve had ADHD all my life, I’ve been off it for 7 years and managed to finish my Honours Degree in Theatre Design, all while doing countless theatre jobs, done a ton of shoots and so far have managed to become a contributing member of society; so why the hell have I suddenly pulled the emergency break on my creative outlet since March of 2015? Why the smurf haven’t I been posting a ton more since I’ve been done school for a solid 5 months? Will I continue with photography?

What happened last year was a spike of anxiety, depression, stress, and anger. I don’t want to get into details, but it’s linked to things such as the state of the world and how people don’t seem to realize what impact they are having on the world around them, to details such as how eating a ton of meat is not only bad for your health but also for the environment, that people scrap to many things and fail to attempt to recycle in any shape or form. And when this hit me, I became bed ridden, yet I was also in the midst of my final set design project before graduating.

I had to get up and finish the set.

Long story short, I did questionable things like repainting the floor on a whim, then repainting it again because I goofed. It felt like no one thought I was reliable to complete this mammoth task. It got to the point where I would go into my cubicle in the design studio, lay my head down and just cry.

When we finally finished, I sat in the audience and realized that I had failed my peers. Everyone was giving there all and were excited to do their thing, and I was ultimately ashamed for not having that same enthusiasm.

Once the production was done, I knew I wanted to remove myself from theatre. I didn’t go to the cast party. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to get as far away from that place as I could.

I apologies to everyone I promised to do a shoot with. We will! I’m just trying to figure out life first, to look around and take in the moment. I didn’t really get a chance to do that during university. Since then, I’ve decided to step away from the grind, work a stable job and just discover life outside of that bubble of creative insanity. 

I started travelling, I’m engaged now, moved out, eating better, biking and skateboarding every chance I get. These are all important to me, and although it took me a while to come closer to figuring out what I want to do with my life, I’m grateful that its coming and that I am actually getting a degree; another thing that’s a big deal to me. Never thought I’d make it!

I want to use photography as a means to inform, educate, but also to illustrate a love of life.

I know that this was rambly but I just wanted to give you all an inside look as to why I’ve seemingly been quiet as of late and to assure you all that I am doing fine, and more posts, and shoots are to come!

Until then, leave nothing but footprints and take nothing but pictures.

Best wishes,

-Andrew Mareschal





You and Two Wheels.

This is an update on a project that has been in the works since September.
Here are the two sets of photos I shot for this photography project in the making. The concept of these shots is getting to know your cyclist and to present what struggles we as cyclist go through. More to come in the future!
Again, if you are interested, you can contact me by email or Facebook me at Andrew Mareschal.
Email: mareschal_andrew@live.com
P.S. I have not forgotten about the people that got in contact with me during fall. From September to December I was finishing up school and didn’t have time to shoot.
Fred Reiben



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Their she falls to the ground, taking one big step to it’s ultimate demise.

In other words, they demolished the Victoria Bridge in Saskatoon. If it were not for this bridge, there would be no city. To demolish it, to leave it to rust for more than 40 years, only to remove it is disrespectful to the people of this city.

Our city is loosing it’s identity to Don Atchison, one of the worst mayors in Canada. For he may have some people convinced that he is the right man for the job, many others see through you, that your projects will cost to much to maintain, that you are against gay marriage, that you seem to be against public transit; you are dragging us down, Mr. Atchison. This website does not have your support.

Love, Andrew Mareschal


Just A Feeling

I don’t know what it is, but it’s been a slow day. I’m not feeling the greatest. I miss my fiancée, my friends, and looking for work this coming fall in winter is stressful. It’s about finding a job that I’ll be able to handle on a day to day basis.

I’m sure I will find something.

While going through photos, i came across this one, a photo I had taken last November while driving back from North Dakota for the first time.



There will be more post coming soon! There are so many photos that I didn’t get a chance to showcase from my trip so tune in for that!




It sure has been awhile, don’t you think? I needed some much needed rest from the end of the school year, so I decided to take a trip to Germany and France for two weeks, to visit Ellie’s parents. Before this, I had never flown and it was terrifying. But, because of someone, I managed to get on the plane and stay on.

I almost didn’t go.

I had a panic attack and was very close to leaving Ellie on the plain to Toronto. And then, something happened. The plane started to move, and my anxiety went in full force.

I couldn’t get off the plane.

And then she, Ellie, pleaded with me to have a seat and that everything would be fine.

I was in doubt at first, but when I looked her in the eyes, she then said I could hold her hand as hard as I could. As the plane moved into place, I buckled up, put my carry on bag under the seat in front of us, and I clutched her hand, all the way up till we levelled out and were far from the ground. I looked outside and a devine realization washed over me:

I was flying!


Take Note: These photos are in order to the best of my ability. But really, I don’t think the order matters, but that’s just my opinion.

These photos are a mix of using phone, film, and digital photos.


All these images were shot by me, Andrew James Mareschal. If you wish to use any of these images, contact me. Here is my email:




After a drunken romp to Toronto followed by an anxiety ridden and hungover 8 hour flight to Munich, we finally landed in Munich, Germany; jetlag, hungry, and stiff.

From the plane I saw solar panels and clay shingles, and the sudden shock that I was on the other side of the big lake known as the Atlantic Ocean.

“Holy crap, I made it!”

When we got off the plane it was warm. While walking to get our bags, the halls were filled with all the attractions of Bavaria: Mountains, Castles, Beautiful Architecture, and a human made wave used for surfing.

Then we came to our bags, got said bags, and then found Ellie’s parents and sister.

When we went through the doors, we walked through the giant outdoor food court, got into there car and headed to Neideriden.muncih airport

It was a hot day, so once we got to her Parents house, we were all quite content on staying in and keeping cool.

The apartment was in this quaint three story, sky blue building/house. When we entered, the first thing I noticed was that there was no air condition; a pleasant surprise. It was cosy.


After a few hours, we then made the effort to go for a walk in town. We ended up going up a hill, into a forest with a name that escapes me. The hill was tough to walk up. I’m not all that used to walking up steep hills. After all, I come from the prairies.

We eventually  came to a shrine. There were lit candles around the statue of Mary, while stairs went around her shrine, up to a crucifix at it’s point. This wasn’t the first.

shrinonthehillWe then headed back, the heat quite punishing. Me and Ellie immediately fell asleep, finally succumbing to the jet leg.

The next morning me and Ellie went for a walk around town. The morning was cold and wet from last nights rain. It was the perfect opportunity to get out and look around.


This house fascinated me. It was built via masonry, a technique I hadn’t seen in action.


There’s the crane. There were a lot of these small cranes around the German country side.


This house looked to be about two hundred years old. I love this thing.


Another abandoned house. Such peace.


Crops are apart of the towns infrastructure.


Snails everywhere!


Slugs too!


Cigarette machines on every corner with a descent selection.




Much overgrowth too. It felt like the town was one with nature.


The hedge, the clay shingles, and the plaster.

We then headed to Memmingen, the closest city to Neideriden. The first thing I remember was how small and curvy the roads were. It felt like we were on a race track. It was pretty fun!

When we got into the city, Allie, Ellie’s younger sister showed us around and even displayed her German by communicating what was wrong with my Pentax Film Camera to the peoples at the photography shop in town. Thanks Allie!


There were two parts to this city: the inner and outer sections. The outer section had more streets, and square buildings. The inner section is marked by a great wall around it and is where all the old buildings and pedestrian areas are.


A church with modern inspiration.


The wall that separates the old from the new.


The inner part of Memmingen. I love these buildings and little streets.


Canels and restaurants.


These ally ways were four feet wide.

There were many people biking, walking and there were no stupid trucks anywhere. Say what you want about trucks in Canada, they eat up gas, they’re dangerous and are ugly. The Germans seemed to understand that, because, like i said, not a single raised truck anywhere. Any truck that I saw was a functional, European size.

After spending the day at Memmingen, we then went to this Monastery. I don’t remember where this place was or what it was called.


This building was once, i believe, a monastery, and now it’s a music school.


As we walked around, we could hear a choir.


A photo showcasing how they used colour and what shapes where used.


A photo with style.


We went inside the church and it was stunning. The Baroque style of high relief, fantastical paintings was strong in this place. The photos below speak for themselves the majesty of this work.


This wasn’t the only church we went to. Throughout the trip, we went to about five in total and after the third one it hit me that this insanely detailed style of church decoration was everywhere in Bavarian churches. It was interesting because it made me realize that you don’t need to go see the most famous spots when your touring around a country, that you can easily find equally impressive things on your own accord, with a little curiosity and searching. There is beauty everywhere.

The next day was the day that I saw and climbed my first mountain. No words could describe how excited I was!


I wasn’t used to going up hill, I’ll admit that. it was also rather warm, so that didn’t make it any easier.This elevation climb was harsh on me. But my goodness, was it worth it!


This one speaks for itself.


So does this one.


And this one.


I never thought I’d be looking at the Alps from atop another mountain.


So much beauty.

The next day was Munich . . . again. My first time in a big city. I was terrified but excited.

I could spend all day talking about the city, but really, the photos showcase what I was really into. The Buildings, people going about their everyday shenanigans. I mean, the metro was awesome! We could get anywhere we needed to within a half hour, something Saskatoon’s transit could aspire too.


Training from Memmingen to Munich in style! You’ve got to be a mad man if you want to drive in Munich.


I took to many panoramic photos while in Munich. I felt it was a good way to view the city, because there were so many things to see. Kinda blew my mind, now that I think about it.


This is probably the most amazing thing ever. It is the second biggest re-insurance firm in the world. I can die happy now, knowing I have now been here.


I was really fascinated with this little concrete plaza by these business complexes. Some pretty cool post modern sculptures.


This is beautiful. So ancient greco.


So much style.


Panoing like a madman.


Die U-Bahn.


Glockenspiel yo. And enough people to make me dizzy. This was my first time literally swimming in people.


Oh yeah: Cobblestone! It’s freaking everywhere in Germany, and I love it! To much style for me to handle.


This church was bustling. There were buskers playing music, people levitating, the inside of the church was turned into a temporary art show with this huge crystal cloud suspended from the ceiling. It was pretty intense.munich10

Guy playing this insane piano . . . thing! My memory is foggy.


This was an interesting thing to see in person: homeless person with a missing foot resting a the doors of a church.

I should mention my first meeting with Ellie’s Grandfather, who was super energetic and gave me the biggest hug anyone has ever given me and then showed us around Munich. Pretty cool guy!


I love this photo because, if you look to the left, some kid was just over it and gave me the finger while I was taking a panoramic of the street market. I agree, man, I hate it when tourists are always shoving there cameras in your face.


Then we came to this place, which was the National Theatre. Tons of suits and dresses each worth more than my flight to and from Germany. Super grand. You weren’t even allowed inside, but Ellie’s grandfather managed to get passed security to use the bathroom.

I must note that the train in Germany is so awesome. I mean, you could go to any country within the Europe region for less than a bus ride to Regina. Also, trains have bars on them. Can’t get that kind of service on a bus. It was quite fun to drink beer while seeing mountains and quaint towns everywhere.

The next day was our return to the mountains. We were on a mission to see Neuschwanstein, one of Ludwig II’s castles he a good one hundred and so years ago. We weren’t allowed to take photo’s inside. It was like we were walking through a Gothic cathedral. It was very dark, gaudy, but quite impressive. The extent of the skill and technique that went into every carving, every puller, everything painting, every drapery; just everything. It was pretty neat.


To reach the castle, you must venture up the mountain. You could either walk or take a carriage half way up. We decided to walk up.


Dem trees.


Pit Stop.


These love locks were everywhere on this bridge that looked into this valley.


The beautiful valley.


And the glorious castle. Pretty cool!


Yeah, the castle was pretty cool. And yet, this view of the German country side was equally stellar. I love how green it was there.

It was cool to see a more recently built castle, but I wanted to see something a bit older. The day after, we went to the ruins of a castle that was build a good 900 years ago.


Gas station stop.


Parking spot.


Walking through the field.


Up, up, up, up!


Prairie boy (Me) is falling behind.


Moss be photogenic.


Ein altes Schloss.


Mystery around every corner.


The majesty of rock.


To les dungeon!


Perfect view.


Ein zweites alten Burg.


Breached defences.


It’s a bit of a fixer upper.


Around the guard wall.

This castle had a certain mystery to it that intrigued me. I loved exploring this place and am convinced that this place would be awesome for hide and seek!

The day after we drove to one of the oldest towns in all of Bavaria, but I can’t remember the name of it, for the life of me.


On the way there, I managed to snap a few. I love how this one turned out.


I also dig this one.


Pano here.


Panoramic there.


Pigeon with a New York minute to spare.


Door architecture with style.


So much style.


Door to the tower.


In Bavaria, there are flowers in damn near every window sill. I love it!

The town was really cool. Much like every other Bavarian town, small alleyways, pedestrian centres, mellow vibes.

We then had a day were me and Ellie decided to venture off on our own in Memmingen. We found a museum with artifacts as old as civilization, more chanels, towers, found a sweet park and scenic spots everywhere.


A ceiling painting in Memmingen’s quaint and gorgeous museum.


The windows and stucco.


Beautiful home fronts.


Aged well.


Gears next to the gates of the wall.


Canel overload!



Spooky ally!



Dat wall. so tall!


Paint as old as Ludwig II.


The dominant architectural styling’s of Memmingen’s façades.

I love this city. It looks like a film set, it had intense exterior painting; amazing little city with a lot of style.

We get home and we are tired as all hell. Which was good because we had to get to bed early to wake up for our 5 AM train from Ulm to Paris. We were going to France.

I had no problem waking up that morning. I was so excited. It was still dark when we reached Ulm, which I should note looks pretty cool and would love to explore in the near future.

But enough about Ulm. Get on the train, it looked like it hadn’t been renovated since the 70’s, what with it’s wood grain texture and the teal bordering.  Saw someone who look like my old boss from Aero.

The train took us to Stuttgart, where we then transferred to a super fast train that would take us straight to Paris. We got seated on the high speed train, and then we had to move because we were sitting in the wrong seats, yet we were confused because the fella who was complaining spoke no English, only  French. Thankfully, someone next to us was able to translate, and we parted to our actual seats with no blood shed.



The train from Stuttgart to Paris.


This train had a bar. I was a fan.




Lot’s of people and lot’s to see.

Long story short, the first day me and Ellie were there, I was all panicy. This place was way bigger and way more crowded than Munich, way more architecture, way more everything! It was an overload to the senses. It freaked me out. Oh yeah, Paris is super confusing. That also freaked me out. I needed a shower and a moment to gather myself when we got to the hotel. But once that happened, I started to feel better, but it was still a rough transition.



Ellie and I in Gare du Norde.


Here’s our hotel. That Kebab place is awesome.


The view from our hotel.


Graffiti on the side walk.


Some garbage on the side walk.


Random photo of bared windows.


A Gate.


Pipes and an escalator.


The love locks are everywhere in Paris.


The Eiffel Tower.


Looking up!


This is one of my favourite shots, even though it was a little under exposed. Just how the people hugging are composed into the shot with the crowd behind them.


The Louvre and it’s glorious architecture.


Detail, detail, detail.


On the Metro.


Waiting for the metro.


Love carvings in a tree.


The fanciest photo copy shop.


A taste of Roman remains.


A random amphitheatre.


Le Dome.

There was so much. Period.

So the first day was rough, but the second day was super chill and fun. I’m completely glad I went there, and will definitely return.

On the train ride home, there was this impending feeling that our trip was almost over. On our way back to Ulm, I took many photos of the train yards and all the graffiti. Here is a sliver of what I shot.


Paris and it’s train yard was so scenic.


This thing. It looks like an intense industrial building.


Brick for days.


A photo of a town in Germany while passing by.

When we got back, Ellie’s parents took us out for schnitzel and we had some news for them, but before I could muster up the courage to say it, Ellie’s Father could not help but give the biggest smirk on his face.

They already knew we were engaged.

And then, before we knew it, the night was over, we headed home, woke up and headed to Munich to catch our plane back home.

Back to Toronto.

Back to Saskatoon.


Auf Wiedersehen Deutschland.




I would like to thank my soon to be parents-in-laws, Joerg and Brenda Seliger for letting us stay at there home and driving us all around Bavaria, Allie Seliger for speaking German for me at the Photography shop, and most importantly I must thank Ellie Little, who, without her, I would have still never been on a plane, never been to another country. Thank you for dealing with my panic attack on the plane, thank you for helping me get on the plane, thank you for being cool with my kookiness, in general. Just, you’re awesome. Alright? Ellie Little is awesome and I’m lucky to have her in my life.


The Expedition of Me and Iralie

Me and Iralie, during one May evening in 2014, decided to take a jaunt through some seemingly boring destinations in the north end of Saskatoon. This is what we found.

Photographs and words by Andrew Mareschal

AMareschalB&W250borderJust a park.

AMareschalB&W240borderA crater from demolition.

AMareschalB&W465borderBird and weir.

AMareschalB&W200borderA tree and it’s reflection.

AMareschalB&W252borderRandom garbage.

AMareschalB&W348borderAnd as we journeyed, we came to the alleys of grand homes, or at least they appeared to be from their front façades.

AMareschalB&W347borderConcrete overgrowth.

AMareschalB&W245borderAn ugly mound. Above this shot, a father and son looked at us with paranoia, the father demanding that we leave. But we were just humble and curious explorers wandering through the truth of these residents. His backyard was very brown and appeared to have been not taken care of for many years. All of this seen through the eyes of two people in a back alley.

AMareschalB&W389borderTo me, this sums up our journey. We photographed behind the façade and found utter collapse. A filled swimming pool and barren concrete, these places now appear abandoned.


Iralie Iralson.

Photographs and words by Andrew Mareschal