I was standing on a dark quiet road in Berlin. It was late. I was alone. For the first time in my adult life I wasn't running through exit strategies in my head. I wasn't mapping the space, cataloguing who was near me, calculating what could go wrong and how fast I could move if it did. I was just standing there. On a road. In the dark. In a foreign country where I spoke just enough of the language that I could get a coffee or beer and a bite to eat. And I felt safe. The thou

I am back in the winter wonderland that is the Canadian north. After the two weeks of travel I must say, this time, I was glad to be home.

This topic is always hard for me. There are many galleries I love for one reason or another and I'm not sure I could pick just one. Here...