last rides
The feeling of riding a motorcycle is hard to capture in words. The joy of doing so when Canadian autumn colours are at their most beautiful is impossible –…
The feeling of riding a motorcycle is hard to capture in words. The joy of doing so when Canadian autumn colours are at their most beautiful is impossible –…
“It’s hard to drive March Road, just north of Upper Dwyer Hill Road, without acknowledging the forlorn, weather-beaten log home that sits in the middle of the field to…
Every season has its own beauty. But autumn in eastern Canada is often SO breathtaking it’s easy to forget that spring, summer and winter even exist! Mother Nature outdid…
I was inspired to write this poem in February 2014 when I lived in North Hatley, Quebec. At the time, I wanted to get lost in a winter storm, to…