I thought my night in three different airports toward Alaska would help me to rewind and write my Idaho better. But my night starts with a delay, probably cutting my tales. Of course it does, the minute I hold my pen, I am called to board.I then spend the night in Seattle airport, so memorable, … More White Christmas
The Pope is sitting in his office and his secretary enters his office and says: “Um, sir I have a phone call here for you. It appears to be some good news and some bad news.” “Well what’s the good news?”, asks the Pope. “The good news is it’s Jesus Christ on the line.” “That’s … More Mecham Ranch
All of a sudden, Idaho welcomes me with its flamboyant blue sign struggling with the fog. One often says borders are invisible lines drawn by Humans. In this specific situation, it immediately and physically stands up though. Landscapes are seamlessly and completely snowed instead of being powdered, utterly hazy instead of being sunny. I hit … More Night Plains
A few miles after Montana sign, a traveling thought walks into my mind. I get a glimpse at a couple, smoking their morning cigarette on the sidewalk, going I don’t know where, maybe like an early bird ritual. I am stricken by this fleeting moment when our paths cross without a look. I am only … More A beautiful nothing
Helped by my earplugs and my organized layers, I sleep sound and safe like a winter flower. It is a new day, Seattle is behind me, new adventures are awaiting for me in Cœur d’Alène (ID). And as I am ridding the same dry road than two years ago on our way to Oregon, I … More Fragile wandering
The making of this awful bargain is a matter of enormous and meaningful paradox. Even though choosing poorly could be seen as a pathologically self-destructive act, it far more often turns into a watershed event that brings vast opportunity to redevelop the power of the instinctive nature. In this respect, though there is loss and … More Like a Seattle donuts
What a weird day! What a scary day…!So many useless comes and goes, so much repeated Port Mann Bridge crossing, when the border is not that close. Because before crossing it, I need my return ticket. Because before crossing it, I need a word from mum. Then, in between Stapples ink, in between Canadian Tire wellies, I … More Trans-Frontier
Through destruction and adversity, from the ashes grows the fire weed, the most vibrant bloom of the Yukon. Colonization was that searching and now we must be like the fire weed, who grows strong roots, who replenishes and who stop the erosion. Fran Morberg-Green First Nations First proofs of life were found in Western Canada … More Once upon a time in Western Canada
The Black Cat Guest Ranch is a very quiet place (at least during low season), hidden in some Canadian Rockies’ heart, glimpsing at us through the window. If, like me, you both want to explore a piece of Alberta and keep your solitary and curious soul, the Black Cat is then the perfect haven to … More The Black Cat invites you…
Vancouver is famous for its rain. It can rain here for weeks on end, but it does not usually bother me. However, several years ago, I found myself coming close to be thoroughly disgusted with the rain.I walked home from work one evening in the pouring rain, mumbling under my breath the whole way that … More Multiple shades of rain
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 