262 photos
Portand / Albany / Montreal
Simmering into another twelve of them mysteries with a flurry.
Thanks to BZH and Fiona for hosting the gabbling, to Mark Feldstein for revealing Sightings, to the officious greyhound official who forced me onto a longer ride leaving me to shoot ghosts in albany, to the kids of 7658 for having me and to the crew for loving in touch.
417 photos,
Montreal / NYC / Portland
DEC ’11 was one of the multifarious of my young life. In NYC I met old friends, new friends and kindled real-friends from cyber acquaintances. In Maine I met new mountains and renewed the anual ritual of bringing in another new year out there in the wild.
I have so much material from the trips, and slowly I’m working it together – though it will be a long time before i’m anywhere near done with telling its stories. In the mean time ..
The admission price for America is six dollars. You pay this into a plastic till which jiggers open with unseasoned energy. As I handed over my exact five dollars ana-quater-ana-quater-ana-quater, a shared sadness hung over the border agent and I that this conclusive transaction was a degradingly cheap summit to an otherwise flawlessly professional performance on both our parts.
It was my first visit to America. I was visiting an architech friend in Brooklyn. I met him on the internet and I intended to stay in the country no more than a week. I didn’t currently have employment, I was looking for work. Work was easier to find in Canada than Europe given financial circumstances. Harw? Fingerprints? Havent got any. No problem, my picture? You’ve taken it? Filled it in? Signed it. Here’s the pen back. Excellent, thank you very much. Admission fee? But of course.
I placed the final quarter into the agent’s hand as per the instructions on the hand drawn sign. Toy plastic till chugged out a receipt stamped homeland security.
Admission facilitated, I walked over the tiles of the facility, straight to a bathroom and with relief granted America a long first hello.
[... to be continued.]
Thanks to the kids of new york city for their bountiful energy and kindness. Thanks to the Rahmens for a first Christmas away from home. Thanks to BZH and to Fiona for Portland and to RMTC at large for sharing their secret mountain and memories.
And thanks to good people everywhere for making the effort to make this world spin a little happier. The more people I meet the more I realise the wealth of beautiful people there are surrounding us. It’s humbling to be a part of.
Keep on.
I’m bunkered down retroactively writing up the promotional projects and events I’ve ran over the past frantic three years in order to show employers near and far my steeze. I need a job. Got one? Go on, give us one, give us a job.
I’ve now written up prompting political debate in University toilets, throwing a party for a near couple hundred souls in a forest, promoting and organising a week of talks by media professionals, (nicely) outing a mate who failed to honour the promise of a new iPhone and a step by step of how I ran a successful Facebook page for a student welfare organisation for a year.
Still to go: press releases and media coverage, moustaches, winning election strategies and how a load of neon pink 15′s, a rooftop and lots of cake lured fourteen hundred to come to one very big party.
Right, write.
281 photos,
Montreal / Mont Tremblant
More tuned into the sorts of photos I like to take, November was an explosion of new flash lit shapes as fall fell slowly and we collectively climbed and cooked our way towards the coming era of neige.
Heading out on my first American adventure over and about Christmas and New Years. As ever, hit me up if you fancy some adventuring before during or after. So far:
DEC
11 – 20th – New York City
Christmas – Montreal
JAN
30 – 11th (ish) – Portland, Maine
And thereafter back to life in Montreal.
