• Take The D Train

    At the Broadway-Lafayette St. station in SoHo, headed for Brooklyn.

    April 4, 2011

  • Where You Headed?

    The wall of Dupont Station, directly behind me when I took this shot.

    February 24, 2011

  • Stairs, Tiles and Train

    My previous wanderings around the Toronto transit system had never really included the Spadina-Downsview section of the map. Lots of interesting locations out there, including this from Dupont Station.

    February 7, 2011

  • Snowy Subway

    Outside the Navy Archives/Penn Quarter Metro station after a few hours of snowfall.

    February 5, 2011

  • Station Stairs

    In a break between the traffic flows at the Aldershot GO Train Station, a look up to the last platform.

    January 23, 2011

  • Kipling Bound

    Train storage and maintenance yard on the east side of the Bloor line.

    January 18, 2011
  • Departures - Gare Du Nord, Paris, France

    You’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em…

    Things have been, surprisingly, rather free from catastrophe as of late. But there will be much less to say after this email — I’m packing it in and heading home early. Plans for the Czech Republic and Italy have been abandoned and Poland had to be curtailed.

    August 4, 2004
  • Bus Station Towers - Izmir, Turkey

    Ride on, Cowboy.

    It’s awful. Really. So impossible looking is this, well, thing, that seeing it in person has served to shatter the mythical tales of its triumphant use.The legendary Trojan Horse is probably the most ridiculous looking thing I have ever seen.

    July 23, 2004
  • Palace - Budapest, Hungary

    Buda, Pest and The Cure

    Death was imminent. I was sure of it. It was so humid that the word “air” could be used only sparingly. And it was so hot that there may as well have been an onion on my head and a tomato in my mouth: I was being roasted alive. The thermometer pegged the temperature at 72oC (162oF).

    July 9, 2004

  • The Dictator Next Door

    The first bombs fell about 10 pm. Their arrival was no surprise — journalists left the city two days prior. Residents gathered in Cold War-era shelters as the air raid sirens wailed and radio reports warned of the need for gas masks. The state-run television station blinked out. Explosions erupted around the city and the lights went black.

    July 5, 2004
  • Station - Algeciras, Spain

    Back to the Future

    Morocco has been officially rocked. Aboard the ferry to Spain, I spent my last Dirhams on insanely cheap Smirnoff and candy bars. It was quite a way to go out.

    June 10, 2004

  • A Change of Plans

    I was in the line to visit the ship’s Moroccan immigration officers when I noticed the guy in the line beside me. He looked, well, Moroccan. And in his hand was a Canadian passport. After reading wild tales of hucksters and scam artists, I was keen to know if the ship’s currency exchange rate was decent.

    May 24, 2004

  • In The Beginning

    Casting off for an extended voyage is a paradigm shift in the experience of usual, brief sojourns. I cherish the basics: Having only beginning and end points to a trip. The freedom to think of time as a minor, abstract detail — able to move in any direction, to capitalize on any moment. Spontaneity. Serendipity. Experience. As for so many travelers, these themes have become my very definition of escape.

    February 1, 2001