On a warm summer day in Normandy.
Amidst the collection of shops, restaurants and other attractions of Cape Town’s Waterfront area.
From the train window, cranes and buildings rise up in southwest London.
Midnight at the Louvre.
The retro lights and tiles of Dupont Station.
On the fifth floor of a hotel in Paris.
It’s going to be an interesting year. Each time my calendar page turns to January, I’m always surprised with how few of the previous year’s happenings I would have predicted 365 days ago. Likewise for 2013, with events personal and professional, the year was replete with change and surprise.
Rooftops near the entrance to the island.
A small street at the north side of town.
A quiet Sunday on the West side of Toronto.
At the end of the quai as a regional train approaches.
An untouched sidewalk along an unusually quiet Germantown Road, courtesy of the “Polar Vortex.”
On the edge of a parking lot, about 25cm worth of snow.
Seen last night while walking the empty streets.
Shooting off into the Atlantic on a rainy day.
An hour to wander and shoot this iconic Paris station as the benefit of a barely-missed train.
The swamp by the side of the road.
Warden subway station.
Pier 57 on a foggy afternoon, seen from the High Line Park
Near Bedford and 7th.
Westbound on a Saturday afternoon.
Along a road leading to the Atlantic Ocean, away from the artillery batteries between the landing beaches Omaha and Gold.
Looking back toward the mainland.
The afternoon light of France in June.
Rusting silos in the afternoon sun.
Overlooking the Atlantic.
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