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.
Life is part of an immense jigsaw puzzle. Its thrice reshuffled pieces totally mismatched. No two mesh and sync. Nor interconnect. Truth be told, far better when one can reach out and touch an object, feel its texture.
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 the movement.
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 promoting their own point of view.
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 we're thinking. Mustn't ever be taken for granted.
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 and soul – a riddle through and through.
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 area that I currently call Home.
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 friends, family, and scenery throughout Dakar.
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. I don’t think I ever adjusted to its size.
Traveling with Martina from Ronda to Almeria, covering part of the route of the 1930s Spanish Civil War. Then on to Mojácar and surviving the unexpected threat of a near fatal flash flood.
Attributed to Francisco Goya's late black period, 'Pinturas Negras' fourteen (or fifteen?) works in oil are some of the most powerful ever. Bleak, brilliant and intense, they hang in the Prado Museum in Madrid.
Today, Portugal has become an extremely popular destination for American expats. The mild weather, low crime rate, cost of living reasonable, real estate prices more attractive than in the States.
