Motorbikes slalom between fresh flashy cars. Local vendors sell along the curbside of supermarkets and shopping malls. Quaint narrow streets are adorned with bold-lettered acronyms and neon lights.
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Motorbikes slalom between fresh flashy cars. Local vendors sell along the curbside of supermarkets and shopping malls. Quaint narrow streets are adorned with bold-lettered acronyms and neon lights.
Battered by a swarm of involuntary memories, my mind swats about frantically. It searches for the reason. A solid one. A conceivable one. Reminding myself, life alone is but one...
The city is in incessant movement. Literally: the vehicles do not stop. They slow, they honk, they swerve. They keep moving forward regardless of the obstacle. I was instantly drawn to...
My contemporaries and I had to select a major prior to the start of our freshman year at college. My daughter’s generation, the Gen Zers, went a step further, in...
Time never rests. We sleep, it doesn't. Its readout varies. With where we are. The images we see one moment are totally dependent on our state of mind. On what...
Los Angeles is beautiful to those who have the patience to see it as such... You will find that the urban suburb is checkered with pockets of utmost color, care...
Identity in Quebec remains a very touchy subject and much of it has to do with fitting in with language. I fit right in. Forty-eight are spoken in the small...
My first memory of my being interested in photography dates back to years ago. I think I was 6 or 7 using a Hello Kitty film camera taking photos of...
Having lived in big cities my whole life, the transition was conceptually difficult. With a population of just under 185,000, about a tenth of that of Montreal, Reims felt tiny....
Driving from historic Ronda to Almeria, Martina and I retrace one path of the 1930s Spanish Civil War. Then, at Mojácar, we barely elude a near fatal flash flood as...
