A lot of barns in the north country have been left fallow like so many fields. (more…)

Once upon a time there was a little island in the middle of the St Lawrence River. One day the fog started  rolling across the water and the little island looked like it was in the clouds. (more…)

Struggling, panting, the blisters on my hand about to pop. At the begining of the trip there was sun and no wind. And the water was smooth like glass. Now it was the complete opposite. There were constant huge waves and lots of wind like a tornado was coming. This was the first time in my new kayak and I thought I might not make in these conditions. (more…)