It had been almost a year since I’d left the ground under my canopy, like a flea hoping off the back of an elephant. Now, that’s way too long. So today I drove an hour east of Montreal to the mighty Mont Yamaska, a small hiccup on the flat expanse of the Eastern Townships, hoping…Details
I came, I saw, I photographed. It was Minnesota. Duluth turned out to be an interesting little town, and Lake Superior really is, well, superior. Especially discovered at the hands of a superior tour guide, listening to Coldplay and Keane. The month was extremely fun and went by so fast I’m still dizzy. And now…Details
A fog bank rolls in from the lake near Grand Marais, MN.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will…Details