photography suffers when you’re getting chased by an elephant
If you’ve ever taken a gander around the ranger stations or visitor centres in the parks in South Africa, you might come across a few postings and bulletins reminding you […]
Category Archives: journal
adventures with a cat: the prologue
With the summer already fading into fall, it’s easy to see how I’m passed due for some kind of shenanigan. And yet… as I discovered while on my travels abroad, […]
The Value of a Porter
I found this article about the Value of a Sherpa’s Life, and it really got me thinking. It’s hard not to relish an experience like summiting a mountain. Of course, I […]
travel’s rewards: things that stick
If I were to hold up before and after images of myself from the 6-month trip, aside from my hair being a little longer, bleached by sun, and being a […]
to be, or not to be a cyclops: of photography, experience, and balancing both
One of the awesomest things about round-the-world adventures is the collection of memories we create, and what better way to remember all those fine details than by having an archive […]
one easy resolution that will change your life
Every year you hear about the people setting lofty goals to kickstart a health regimen, kicking a bad habit, etc, and that’s great, but… with that kind of stuff, I […]
live like you mean it
That flight out of London was a very bizarre sensation – not being on an airplane, but rather knowing that the flight was taking me back to YYZ… For days […]
of tar sands, money, and saving the planet
Excuse me while I get a little something off my chest… In 5 1/2 months I have visited 24 countries and independent states, and travelled across two continents. I was […]
a cause worth fighting for
Well, I’ve been in Europe now for about 2 months, and apologies for falling behind with updates – I’ve been busy having a damn good time or being very worn […]
in Brugge – belgium
When I think about it, I’m not sure what compulsion had me so fascinated to visit Brugge except for the film set in it. Really, that was the first I’d […]
