
One of the few times Shelli Trumbull (second from left) has been caught on the other side of the camera. (Kyla Garden photo) **All pics below courtesy of The Master herself.**





500 articles in five months … how do you do it?
Well, a lack of sleep and a burning desire to give the Canadian Corporate Overlords up in Moosejaw a wedgie certainly help. But there is more to it than that, much more.
From the moment we launched August 16, 2012 (Do I get a 5-month birthday cake tomorrow? Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?), my job has been made so much easier by the many, many, many people who have donated photos to me.
Their bright, shiny pics draw the eye in and make it more likely that readers will read some (maybe not all) of my 1,673,907 words (rough estimate…).
The names are endless, but, off the top of my head, Robert Bishop, Sherry Roberts, Aimee Bishop, Wendy McCormick, Barb Cope, Jodi Crimmins, Kali Barrio, John Fisken, Janine Bundy and it goes on from there.
But no one, and I mean no one, has meant as much to the rise of coupevillesports.com as “David’s photographer,” the one, the only, the constantly harassed and yet eternally easy-going, the brilliant (and yet humble) Shelli Trumbull.
Humble Trumbull? That almost rhymes…
But yes, anyway! It would be easy to forget that she has a real job (Cascade Insurance — their ad is right there on the side of the page, call ’em today!), so faithfully does she perform her photographic duties.
A Coupeville High School grad who gives back a billion times to her alma mater by documenting the children of another generation as they play out their sporting careers (I do think she might be stalking this Aaron Trumbull kid, however), she is a gem.
Is she getting misty-eyed yet or do I need to keep pouring it on? Don’t want her to have to shoot through teary eyes!
So we’ll wrap this up by saying, from me and everyone who reads this site, Shelli Trumbull puts the awe in awesome … and you stopped reading four paragraphs back and are just staring at her photos above, which remind you spring is on its way.
Understandable.











































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