Kid X’s grandmother shocked him with a car battery if he didn’t pull in enough cash to support her opium habit. She had no choice – she had no wheels, she was old, she was decrepit, she was addicted. At least that’s how she would put it. But Kid X did have a choice – beg, […]Read more "KID X"
I wear a ring on my finger that says Not For Sale. Actually, it falls off in the shower and I have to keep reminding myself to put it back on. So my favourite strategy is to put it on my keyboard, where I found it a moment ago. All of which reminds me of […]Read more "Not For Sale"
If you’re following NASA or the International Space Station, you probably know who Chris Hadfield is. He’s been in space since December 12th, and will soon take over as Commander of the ISS. When that happens, he will add “first Canadian commander of any ISS” to his CV, which already lists him as the first […]Read more "Our Poet in Space"
Vacation time. Bleary-eyed from the sun, I make my way back to the cottage in the late afternoon only to find the ground moving in my periphery. When I look more closely I realize it’s not an earthquake: The grass is just on fire. Or so I thought. Staring into the smoky ground I finally, […]Read more "Looks Like Smoke, Smells Like Earth"
It was 103F when we arrived, so we decided to jump into the river – well, onto a boat – for the architectural tour. It was just a shade cooler there, especially after I found a perch to shoot in the shadow of the bridge. Make sure you get the tour offered by the architectural […]Read more "Chicago Blue"