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Maaloula, Syria – 1994

It was an easy crossing. The border guards barely looked at our hard-won visas and waved us through into Syria. It wasn’t that much different from North Jordan on the other side of the border. Scrub, sand, cinderblock buildings, the odd brown tent pitched at...

Eastern Cuba – 1995

Should it be a box or a bag? A box would be cumbersome, but be more protective against bangs and knocks. A bag would be easier and we could keep them and use them on the trip home, but be less protective. In the end we opted for bags. Bicycle bags from Royal Airlines...

La Ceiba, Honduras – 1999

The threat of rain had us a little disappointed, but surely must have made more than just us cast our eyes heavenward. Hurricane Mitch had waded through Honduras the year before and taken so many lives and so much property with it that it felt like a permanent scar on...

Pursat, Cambodia – 1996

I had been given a ride up to Pursat from Phnom Penh by an MSF team working in the area. There were plans to visit their site later in the month, documenting a Canadian doctor working out of a clinic on the Mekhong. However, the first task was to connect with a...

Shok La Camp – Thailand 1996

It was the eighth day of photographing in the camps, and the third camp visited. Thailand is host to several Karen refugee camps along the Thai-Burma border. While Burma is referred to as Myanmar by itself and, diplomatically, the world at large, it is still spoken of...

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,...