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.

France (March, 2022) – We skirted around along the quais before hitching a train. The steps up from the water's edge, led us upon the quintessential vintage Parisian panorama. It felt like ascending back in time; a sort of magical momentary flash of nostalgic happenstance.

France (March 2022) – While the giant and his brood prepare to explore my homestead - I fondly think back to theirs. To the jaunts through history, art and culinary delights. Situated on Ile Saint-Louis is a small triangular parkette which is an ideal place to people-watch with a glorious Berthillion gelato in hand. 

Canada (August, 2023) – Back to life; back to usual wander through one the city's modern garden paradise.  Currently the pond outside the museum has been transformed into an abstract installation; which reads.... “There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen". Rumi's words permeate the entire space, with a feeling of connectivity - beyond religion, beyond boundaries, beyond the feeble human mind.