Saturday morning, 5:00 am. I‘ve been up for 3 hours already. Daylight has begun painting another steamy day and I’m hoping for a blazing red-ish sunrise through the morning haze. I drive around the countryside forever, looking for a silhouette, for a shape that would compel me to stop and set up the tripod. But…Details
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.