On a church readograph in Sault Ste Marie there was this text,”Why didn’t Noah swat two mosquitoes?” The absence of the miniature vampires from the earth would sure make camping a lot more relaxed. The Read More …
Between the parades and the warning signs there is this irreverent tendency to poke fun at normal cautions. Margaret is jesting on the edge of a 40 foot drop on the walls of the Citadel. Read More …
There are times when you can walk into a room and continue a conversation after a week, year or decade absence and it simultaneously feels like you were always there and yet there is a Read More …
The gates of Kingston Penitentiary are closed. The oldest incarceration chamber is permanently closed. The doors, as ominous now as ever, are bereft of invitation. It was Friday evening and as I drove by, my Read More …
We were driving around Kingston looking for a place to spray the blood of a thousand northern Ontario bugs off the Westphalia and the navigation software pointed us to an operator on Rigney Street. Now Read More …
The inked and linked Ottawa anecdotes are dammed behind escarpments of history and when a snippet leaks from a Senate chamber or a tour guide reminds us that this is a sensitive and caring multicultural Read More …
The arrival in Ottawa marks admission to the midway of Canada. Now a trip across Canada is not unique, nor is a trip in a Westphalia, but these three photographs will form the foundation Read More …
I wanted to bring something for every eventuality on the road trip and tried fit every emergency into the 1989 VW Westphalia. It’s been a week on the road and we’re paused for coffee and Read More …
The Petunias were overwhelming the planter as I stepped into the day. The Westphalia needs insurance and the gas-tank leak should be fixed, the final patches on the road trip plan. Journeys begin somewhere between Read More …
