It took years to figure-out that I’d lost my son. I only noticed he was missing after he stopped exercising 22 hours a week. That’s 4 km of swimming every morning before school, a couple of hours of running, biking and weights every evening after classes and then five...
In south-central Burma (Myanmar) is a small village called Yeni. It’s a smelly spot; local gullies and streams are choked with thick gooey sludge from the local sugar cane factory. But it’s a place where locals are working hard to make life better. This is...
We’ve been told there’s little left to discover. The entire world has been mapped, snapped and globally positioned. But satellite pictures don’t carry the smell of the morning breeze on Inle Lake in Myanmar (Burma). Nor does an app offer the scratch...
St. Luke’s Anglican church on Nassau Street in downtown Winnipeg won’t be ignored. This summer the church has started ringing the bell in their stubby tower. It is now an aural chronometer for the neighbourhood. By helping us tell the time, the bells harken back to...
We no longer erect statues and in this age of media with a half life of an hour, permanent markers or memorials are increasingly rare. Except on walls. There seems to be a renaissance of murals, especially here in Winnipeg. Public art designed to last. One...
Just another sunset One of the 25,000 I was issued at birth Rippled waves as it dunks into the lake, The glow fading to black Rich orange and fiery red dull to blue, grey and grey Letting go of another precious day What of tomorrow? What of my hoard of imagined...
