Month: January 2015


I remember several people, both whom I know in real life and whose blogs I perused on the internet, mention that they thought Stonehenge was overrated.  That you arrive at this random site in rural England near a canola field and it is just as the pictures tell you, a circle of rocks.  What’s the big deal? Our bus tour gave us half an hour to walk around the mysterious rocks that have puzzled archaeologists for decades, circling it to see the stones from every angle.  Due to pedestrian tread leading to problems with the ground being uneven and potentially affecting the future of the stones, we were unable to go right up into them. Perhaps a seemingly random assortment of enormous boulders isn’t your cup of tea aesthetically, but it’s amazing to think of the history; how, in a time when technology was so limited, these boulders were able to be dragged from whence they came to this particular middle-of-nowhere.  That actually a good portion of the stones are embedded in the ground – …

Day 1 of the Inca Trail

They said Day One would be the easy day, the warm-up day for the ascents into high altitude and the climbing of old-world stone steps. It was true, the six hour walk that first day was nothing harder than a simple stroll in the woods, one that would not give an adequate picture of the hard days to come, but what was easiest was the views, views certainly not hard on the eyes.  For the first time in my life, as I took in the sights and sounds of the Andean jungle, of the clouds forming a blanket over the green mountains, this thought crossed my mind: “If this was the last thing I ever saw, I would be happy.” Check out my Flickr page for more photos from the Inca Trail.

Djúpalónssandur and Dritvik, Snæfellsnes

It seems like the middle of no where – we passed maybe one car the entire drive there.  Iceland is a place with so much nothing, so much quiet, but to sit and absorb that quiet, the wind in your hair and the tides crashing against long, black beaches formed from the eruptions of eons passed.  Above it all, a grassy cliff, high enough to be able to observe the ruggedness of the  cliff faces, the scattered remains of a long-ago shipwreck, and the foaming of the sea along the rocks. Shortly after this photo was taken, my spare camera lens fell out of my pocket as I sat, and tumbled down the steep grassy hill.  Helplessly, I watched the lens fall, the lens cap popping off as it bounced.  But to be put in the way of something so beautiful, something had to be taken back.  That the lens still works after this is still not as amazing as this view. Note: I used to have a gallery page.  But it sort of felt odd, leaving …

On Edmonton, Winter, and Home

One of the undeniable truths about living in a landlocked city situated at 53 degrees north is the inevitable winter that follows a summer that always feels too short.  The days grow shorter and the temperatures grow colder, sometimes to the extent that we become the second-coldest place on Earth that day.  Yes – we’ve been Antarctica’s runner-up.  And the snow – sometimes the shovelled piles grow so high they become driveway mountains.  Hoth in Star Wars?  North of The Wall in Game of Thrones? I’d say those landscapes look fairly familiar, like a normal January day.  Winter is coming, indeed.