After the melt
Looks like we forgot to pick a Brussels sprout or two before winter.
Fujinon
It was a dark & stormy night…
Oh, Canada. Here we are, almost 6 full weeks before the official start of winter and it’s already begun anew. Delays. De-icing. Despicable. #block-yui_3_17_2_1_1573967984339_16591 .sqs-gallery-block-grid .sqs-gallery-design-grid { margin-right: -5px; } #block-yui_3_17_2_1_1573967984339_16591 .sqs-gallery-block-grid .sqs-gallery-design-grid-slide .margin-wrapper { margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; }
A Sunny Saturday in Ottawa, SOOC
Every Saturday this past October has just been spectacular. I don’t know who to thank for this (or who needs paying off) but WOW. Can we have some more, please? On this particular Saturday—October 26, 2019, to be precise—I had about an hour to kill around midday, and I can’t think of a better way …
Sprout
Autumn is upon us. The days shorten, the nights cool. Soon the Brussels sprouts will be ready to harvest. #block-yui_3_17_2_1_1570407293231_20395 .sqs-gallery-block-grid .sqs-gallery-design-grid { margin-right: -10px; } #block-yui_3_17_2_1_1570407293231_20395 .sqs-gallery-block-grid .sqs-gallery-design-grid-slide .margin-wrapper { margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; }
L’affaire est ketchup
Got another chance to shoot the cool grittiness of the St-Roch district of Québec. Can’t get enough of this place.
The glamour
A hotel. A business park. An hour to kill in the morning.
Could be anywhere. Could be somewhere. Could be nowhere.
