Manaña Doesn’t Mean Tomorrow
About the time David Kindopp was fleeing Mexico and its crazed bureaucracy, I was making my first babysteps into that magical, mysterious country. Nearly 25 years later, I remember little of that experience and the…
About the time David Kindopp was fleeing Mexico and its crazed bureaucracy, I was making my first babysteps into that magical, mysterious country. Nearly 25 years later, I remember little of that experience and the…
A week or so ago, I featured an image from Dad’s photo album from his days as a radar man on the remote coast of Labrador during World War 2. That image was a post card of the…
I am from Canada. One of my country’s, and the world’s, greatest natural attractions is Niagara Falls. Yet, I fully believe the spectacle is best viewed from the American side of the Niagara River. It’s…
I mentioned before that my mother passed away at the end of April this year, just before her 90th birthday. With that inevitable but nonetheless life changing event, pictures from deep in the past came…