Paris, France in 2007. A few days ago, it was announced that Paris will ban cars on certain days in an effort to cut down pollution. http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/mar/16/parisians-driven-revolt-smog-car-ban
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Niagara Falls, New York / Ontario in 2012.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! A day full of Celtic traditions, I thought today would be the perfect day to ignite Daily Jaunt with an Irish picture.
In the suburb of Vaughan, just north of Toronto, Ontario; Woodbridge is not a place that particularly reminds me of the wilderness. Despite the name, it’s mostly housing developments that, according to locals, have only existed for little over a decade.
However, nestled in Pine Grove, Boyd Park is an expanse of what nature would have intended. Although, plenty of the remains of parties lay scattered in the brush. Here, I spotted a vintage chord organ, smashed on a log. The instrument seemed just as dead as the tree beneath it and both were seemingly just waiting to be sucked into the earth.
Thanks for checking out my blog while I try to get my life sorted out. Maybe my many harddrives of travel photos will all be in one place one day and I will be able to more easily update this blog with fun pictures!
Until we meet again!
In a time of confusion, disappointment and opportunity, I impulsively hopped on a place to visit a few friends in Ontario. After spending some time in Ireland and unhappy with the results, I decided it was time to go home. All the way back to Vancouver was out of the question, so halfway between home and back east was where I met some of the kindest people I’ve encountered on this earth. The friends that I made in Toronto will undoubtedly bring me back there as soon as life will allow. Two of the people I encountered showed me to these places for these pictures to happen. Above is the CN Tower from the home of the Blue Jays, the bridge to Rogers Centre. Below is Casa Loma, a castle style residence that has been turned into a museums. To more adventures with amazing people!
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For the first time in my life, I stepped onto New York State soil. This photo was taken a few minutes later, after a short adventure on a wrong turn.
My friend Rob and I both stopped for quite some time to photograph and take in the beauty of the Falls. The American Falls are what you see in this shot. With over 50% (some say upwards of 60%) of it’s flow restricted, one can only imagine the power of the falls if mankind hadn’t intervened.
My first glimpse of the Canadian Rocky Mountains came around sunset in Golden, BC this past February. I started my adventure away from my home province of British Columbia by flying to Europe from Calgary. The idea of never having seen the Rockies on home turf seemed unreasonable and I didn’t know how long it would be before I would come home. The drive from Vancouver, north-east to Calgary, Alberta was an astounding adventure.
This shot taken right before the entrance of Golden, BC around sunset was my favourite and I thought I would share it with you lovely folk.
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Beachy Head in East Dean, a suburb of Eastbourne in East Sussex (that was a lot of easts!) has seen quite a bit. The moment I saw this turret, I imagined what had brought these structures to this place. My estimation turned out to be the likeliest of scenarios.
Beachy Head had a royal air force radar station, which saw much activity in World War II covering the area from Brighton to Hastings from ten miles out to sea. This and other turrets scattered along the hillside along the edges of England where the land meets the sea is likely where soldiers were to defend their country in case of attack.
Keep in mind this east, east, east location… Right across the English Channel from France. Dieppe, to be exact, where a gruesome and bloody battle took place. Of the nearly 5,000 Canadian soldiers in this raid, more than 900 were killed (about 18 percent) and 1,874 taken prisoner (37%).
After reading quite a bit about the battle on the France side of the Channel (The Dieppe Raid), it hit me hard to know that this land I was standing on may have had the tiniest of contributions to one of the most disastrous battles that my fellow countrymen were apart of during the World War II.
I hope to find something similar when I go to Dieppe, Seine-Maritime, France. Maybe even something more telling of the historic battle.