USA (November, 2000) – Looking up the sandstone-walls, we observed the ancestral puebloan cliff dwellings and clusters of various sized petroglyphs depicting auspicious symbols that radiate the imagination. Often enough the natural environment holds an energy, in Canyon de Chelly that energy overwhelms the rational mind. 

As I reflect on truth and reconciliation; I recognize the need to demonstrate more gratitude, more appreciation and more conservation of the land and its traditions.

USA (November, 2000) – Instead of freaking out, I meandered around taking a few photographs of the mesmermizing desertscape and a dessicated cluster of cacti. I am not a stormchaser, but on our way to Zion, even with evidence of darkness fast approaching, we gleefully watched the threat approach. As concrete jungle Canadians, we spent the next few days out of our element, desert driving under the snow... It was magical!

Madagascar (March, 2010) – The drive from Fianarantsoa was quite lovely. Winding our way down between the hills of cultivated farmland: vertical rice patty's, corn and cassava plantations. At some point we hit a bend in the road; my immediate reaction was hailing for the car to stop. As before us was a majestic traveller's palm (and a group of children presumably on their way from school). Incidentally while I was off getting a few shots of the glorious palm tree, my travel companion was bullied by a snake. The unintended pit-stop provided an animated reaction that set the childish gaggle into a state of suspended amusement.

Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – As we endure the gusts of an Indian summer, I can't help but think of how quickly the lazy, hazy summer-daze pass and seasons change. I reckon it won't be long until we're back to bursts of winter storms, haphazardly dropping heaps of snow on surprised tourists. Tashkent was lovely under a blanket of snow, my barefoot sneakers less magical. 

Canada (August, 2023) - We admired the drummers and dancers: most in beautifully beaded and feathered regalia. I always love the sounds of drums, like a thunderous heart beats conducting the dancers foot work. We continued to amuse our senses under the stormy sky and monstrous raindrops until a temporary repose was issued.