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The Namaqualand Bloom, Part 4 - The Ghost Farm

January 19, 2016

From picturesque Nieuwoudtville we drove up a low dorsal in the fields, etched with mesmerizing green and orange patches, and doing so we left the Namaqualand proper behind, having changed provinces, switched weather patterns, traded low lands for higher grounds and returned to the Karoo which had been my first off-the-road crush when I initially visited South Africa. As if a magic slate had been shaken, flowers thinned then dispersed, dryness returned and the road that had been rigidly straight wound its way through...

The Namaqualand Bloom, Part 2 - A Clever Dinner Trick

November 15, 2015

Morning came, light slowly oozing into our tent's quiet darkness. The wind had long exhausted its last breath and with that, new weather had moved in, warm and cloudy, casting a pale veil over the land. I took a thirty minute round-trip walk down to the park's ablutions block, lucking out as the sun briefly dashed out of the cast to ignite the fields. Having been told by a barely awake camp staff member that coffee could not be taken back to the tent, I had thus irremediably...

The Namaqualand Bloom, Part 1 - Luxury is a Luxury

October 19, 2015

Growing up in the south of France, I think I might have taken flowers for granted. As a kid I never doubted their supremacy and thought they were as intrinsic a part of nature as clouds and oceans. Québec, I knew, mostly lacked said flowers, but I assumed that was an exceptional stigma brought on by euphorically snowy winters and since Canada lured me in on occasional visits with maple syrup, marshmallows, peanut butter, poutine and color TV, I had unconsciously disregarded the flowerlessness of my other homeland as...

The Life of a Cat

July 9, 2015

Blog reader: "Tell me how he died..." Vince: "I will tell you how he lived." Adapted, with a smirk, from The Last Samuraï When I came to New York City eight years ago, inbound from beautiful Vancouver and landing at Newark's International Airport for a coffee - yes, I had flown across North America to come have coffee with a stranger in Jersey - I did not really know for sure that my life was about to change radically. It was just a hurricane-strength gut feeling. The coffee was a success. Marie...

A Train Up The Hudson

April 5, 2015

Like a giant - if anatomically incorrect - octopus, five main Metro-North railroad lines and their sub-routines spread from Manhattan and Jersey City, fanning up into the states of New Jersey, New York and Connecticut. They constitute a commuter rail system with over one hundred and twenty stations, serving three states and reaching some ninety miles out of Penn, Grand Central and Hoboken in multiple directions. Commuting here does not come cheap considering that the maximum one-way fare at rush hour on that grid is...

Chinatown Touch-And-Go

March 28, 2015

So I had a craving. The goods? Pork buns. The source? Chinatown. The catch? None, other then, well, an expedition out of Harlem boundaries and into Chinalem - the smells, the sights, the sounds being crystallized, as if heightened and enhanced by an almighty cynical hand, amplified and thrown back at me with a challenging smirk. I grabbed a camera and lenses, put a backpack together, allowing for internal food-carrying space and plotting various heat escape vectors - lenses don't get along too well with...

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