Madagascar (March, 2010) – While off roading it towards l'allée des baobab, the jeep meandered through jagged terrain and raced through mud flats. We stopped a few times to catch our breath and to marvel at various sized monstrosities that fell into view along the twisted path. Eventually we stumbled upon a gorgeous specimen, likely over a 1,000 years old. 

Canada (September, 2022) – Between budgets and bylaws; rushing around to grab lunch, a passing glimpse caught my eye. A moment of temporary suspension, of reflection, of realization. The scatter of multiple timelines and numerous projects ceased for a brief interlude. She smiled – I smiled, she resumed her task and I returned to contemplating lunch while admiring the circus skilled performance.

Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – We stopped at the market on our way out of town, back down the mountainous road to Tashkent. The brief interlude between vast amounts of melon and squash, naan and dried fruits was a relief. In the end the small basket of provisions provided sustenance on a harrowing journey I wish never to repeat. The worn tires and slippery slopes caused havoc, numerous transport vehicles disappeared into ditches. Eventually the snow was so thick we could barely see out the windshield. Basically the driver used the blurry tail-lights to gauge the distance to his speed. We arrived late and bruised from the torturous ride.

Canada (August, 2022) –  We arrived to the sounds of rhythmic vibrations; eagerly we explored the vitalized movements circulating around several groups of drummers. In observance, in admiration, deep in wonderment we spent the day taking in the happenings at the Three Fire annual pow-wow. 

France (March, 2022) – While away, I spent a bit of time dashing around navigating the multiple trains culminating in nostalgic adventures. Seemingly half the population continued to wear masks though the mandates were lifted, which offered very lively experiences, most of mine with the family giants.

Canada (August, 2022) – Tentatively, we started the day holding steadfast to nostalgic memories. Like much in life, things change, pow-wows change, but the regalia, the drum beats, the sentimental belief of being interconnected with something else doesn't change. The vibe at Three Fire; with natures embrace was reminiscent of a more authentic past.

India (May, 2017) – Whilst tasked with buying flowers for a family sacrament at the famed Mullik Ghat the touristy trio immersed themselves in bartering with broken sentences and abstract pantomime, the best price for the freshest hoards of blooms. We rejoiced for a few moments in aromatic bliss, sipping tea and inquisitively bantering with the chai walla whilst surrounded by an overwhelming array of horticulture.