The first incarnation of this blog was born of a broken foot. A bunk-bed mishap in southern Argentina several years ago – I’ll say no more – saw my travel plans dashed, but ultimately led to a second South American adventure and the recounting of said adventures online. Today, these pages continue to document my wanderings around the planet (on two fully working feet) and the musings of my mind as I do so. They also feature a portfolio of my work.
When I was living in Toronto, I learnt why the Canadians call it fall. It’s not because of the leaves that descend; instead, it’s the invisible fire in the sky. My sense is that it’s always there, the fire. I imagine it gaining in strength during the summer months...7 May 20175 Comments
He’s writing about storytelling, about nostalgia, about the passing of time, about families. Personal things edged with poignancy. But it’s not until I read the defining line that I realise the relevance...31 March 20177 Comments