Select Page

Scooter heights

Bhutan – Tango Monastery (1989) Ron and I were still just getting used to the scooter. Actually, and to be fair, it was mostly me just getting used to clutching. We had rented an Indian ‘Bajaj’ scooter from an expat living below us in our rented...

Change of pace

I have thought that it might be worthwhile to start posting some experiences I have had while travelling abroad. I wrestled with this for a long time because it just seems so darned narcissistic. I certainly don’t love myself much and this would feel to be so...

What’s Good for the Goose…

Previous post referred to this past weekend at friends… Well, we spent the weekend a couple before that at other frined’s place, and I was just as gratuitous in slinking around their living and snapping in the morning: This is my jacket as seen through an...

Neither sharp nor flat

We spent a lovely time at friend’s over the weekend. I took the opportunity of doing some quick shots of parts of their grand piano as it sat collecting light Sunday morning, and then a shot of an old ivory sculpture that’s been in their family for some...

OK, now.

Now that I have calmed down somewhat from entirely-justified anger toward islam in general and muslim extremism in particular, I would like to offer here the best opine on the situation to-date. It is written by the lauded cartoonist of The Globe and Mail Brian Gable,...