September 18, 2014
This view never gets old.

This view never gets old.

May 9, 2014

A new city is like a tonic for the soul. It washes away the stale residue of the familiar. It has a pulse and a flavor that rejuvenates the senses that have been dulled by daily routine.

Flying across the country and waking up in a different timezone changes one’s state of mind. It opens us up to new experiences, allows us to see things from a different perspective.

It’s something that’s nearly impossible to do when surrounded by the habitual. When’s the last time you walked down your street with a fresh set of eyes and was able to see details in a way that you never had before? When’s the last time you were able to jar yourself loose from the tunnel vision of your daily commute long enough to interact with the people around you on that journey?

Sometimes, it takes leaving the comforts of home, stepping out into the wilderness, finding solace while deliberately measuring your footsteps on a path that is unknown to you. It is from this vista that you can begin to see beauty in the everyday when you return to it.

Until then, savor this moment. Make a mental note. Take a picture. Remember this, and return to it often, to sustain you in times of discontent. Let this be the vision that you carry with you, no matter where you go,

April 6, 2014
The signature skyline shot. #Toronto

The signature skyline shot. #Toronto

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April 5, 2014

April 5, 2014

April 5, 2014
"They’re justified and they’re ancient, I hope you understand."

"They’re justified and they’re ancient, I hope you understand."

April 5, 2014
Byzantine inspired ceiling of the old entrance to the Royal Ontario Museum

Byzantine inspired ceiling of the old entrance to the Royal Ontario Museum

March 27, 2014
A Healthy Dose of Skepticism

Turns out, I’m not a cynic after all. Up until recently, I just assumed that my decade long stint working in news (I have often referred to it as my 10 year sentence, with early release for good behavior) qualified me as a bonafide cynic.

I think it’s a condition of epidemic proportions among journalists, or at least that’s the front we put up. In the face of senseless tragedy that is encountered by those in the media on a daily basis, it’s difficult not to become infected with a touch of the malaise. While there’s probably nothing worse than suffering the unspeakable calamity that so many encounter each day in our city and around the world, having to be a witness to it day in and day out will also take its toll on a person.

Now don’t get out your violins just yet. I’m not suggesting that reporters and photographers are tortured souls, forced to bear the burden of humanity’s collective grief. On the contrary, we come well-equipped with coping mechanisms. Namely, a thick skin and a wicked sense of humor.

You see, there are two ways you can go when you’re thrown to the wolves, sent to crime scene after crime scene, accident after accident, often in the most dire locations, knocking on the doors of people who’d sooner see the devil himself than you.

One route is to empathize with the people you encounter and shower them with compassion in what might be their darkest hour. While that sounds all rainbows and unicorns, the truth is, it’s completely unsustainable. Unless you’re prepared to make a very quick exit from the business or precipitate your own entrance to the psych ward, you’d better consider the second option.

The other, most plausible method for maintaining your mental health while still informing the public is to detach yourself from the utter hopelessness of so many stories and just see them for what they are: a set of facts- people, places, events- that go beyond the ordinary, making them noteworthy enough to qualify as news. And while not all news is the blood gushing variety, let’s face another fact. We like to pretend that the old adage “if it bleeds, it leads” is not true, but yeah, it kind of is.

So in the face of that, cultivating the calloused over sensibility of a hardened veteran who has seen and covered it all is your best bet. That and sharpening your biting wit to a glistening rapier edge. It’s what allows reporters, photogs and cops alike to yuck it up at a homicide scene as if it’s happy hour at the corner tavern. Could we really be that thoughtless to show such disrespect in the space where a person’s life was just taken? No, of course not. We mean no disrespect, but for the rest of us, life goes on. We didn’t choose to be there, but it’s part of the job.

And so, for the longest time, that’s where I left it, thinking that my experience witnessing the absolute worst of humanity couldn’t possibly allow me to see the good ever again, or at least to take it seriously. Anything positive you could point out, I could quickly conjure a joke to mock its naivety.

The trouble is, cynics see only the dark underbelly of even the most gleaming, bright beacon of a cause or movement. Maybe it’s the perspective that I’ve gained in the two plus years since I left the news business, or maybe I’m just getting soft, but I’ve come to realize that I’m really not that sour on everything. What I do possess is a healthy dose of skepticism. I don’t think that the world’s problems can be solved overnight. I don’t think many of them will ever be solved. I don’t share much of the idealism of teachers, pontificating politicians on the stump or missionaries and the like. With the exception of politicians, I admire the genuine desire of most of those people to do good. I just doubt the effectiveness of the approach that is often taken.

And so, I’ll continue to wisecrack at the absurdities of this broken world. I’ll keep calling attention to the less savory or more nonsensical human behaviors that clutter our otherwise beautiful planet. But I won’t completely throw my hands up and admit defeat. I might even hop in the trenches once in a while and fight the good fight, even if I know the odds are against victory. Just know that underneath this sometimes brash exterior is someone who does care about those around him. I can’t speak for the rest of those out there who cling to the cynic moniker, but I for one do have a heart, even if it is tempered with a healthy dose of skepticism.

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March 25, 2014
"He’s whittlin’ on a piece of wood. I’ve got a feeling when he stops whittlin’… Somethin’s gonna happen."

— Cheyenne, Once Upon a Time in the West

March 20, 2014

Artists are people that are crazy enough to question the status quo, but sane enough to know the proper answers when questioned.

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