Author dobrucki
We’re on the road again. This time to Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. We stayed a few days in the Thousand Islands with friends Alain and Claire from Levis, Quebec, then headed east through Quebec and down to New Brunswick. This… Continue Reading →
The first thing I noticed was that the women cut all the lawns and the men drive all the pickups. But actually, a lot of women are driving pickups too. Typical small town Ontario, eh? Working on a fixer-upper entailed… Continue Reading →
Now that I’ve got your attention… Walking on the path alongside Cooksville Creek where it flows into Lake Ontario, I spotted 2 ducks. It looked like a male and female mating, with the male on top, his tail feathers furiously… Continue Reading →
Berlin, September, 2019 He sat on the floor of his flat, wondering what went wrong in Denmark. His head felt like there were bombs going off. His wall looked like Lakeshore Boulevard after a parade, with scraps of paper, newspaper… Continue Reading →
Wednesday morning, I developed a severe stomach ache, with fever and extreme shivers. Shivers so bad my artificial hip was rattling like maracas in a salsa band. I was worried it would pop out of its socket. But then things… Continue Reading →
I was doing a yoga session in my living room on a sunny, Sunday morning, with Adriene on Youtube coaching me on the big screen. From a Forward Fold position, getting a really nice stretch, I moved into a Mountain… Continue Reading →
This is the 3rd part of my weekly challenge of a photo category and my scribblings, which is of the 52Frames group. Part 1 is at Frames, Part 2 is at Frames II. I learned 2 new words this month as part of… Continue Reading →
This is the 2nd part of my weekly challenge of a photo category and my scribblings, which is of the 52Frames group. Part 1 is at Frames. The challenge categories are in brackets after the photo caption. Note that to read… Continue Reading →
Leaving Trois Pistoles area, we drove through Rimouski and Mont-Joli, then south-east across the GaspĂ© Peninsula to the Baie des Chaleurs, which connects directly to the southern Gulf of St. Lawrence. Arriving at Carleton-Sur-Mer in the very dull light of… Continue Reading →
After leaving our campsite at the Eglise Ste. Famille on Isle d’Orleans, we had to drive back to Quebec City to cross the St. Lawrence River and over to LĂ©vis. Then we drove on HWY 132 to Montmagny where we… Continue Reading →
Not exactly the movie “Nomadland”, but our version. We started off with a week in Sauble Beach at the provincial park. This time we had quality beach time on the Canadian Riviera. Then a few days to prepare for part… Continue Reading →
They plodded all the way from the state of Mississippi; hidden, terrified, constantly searching for a helping, sympathetic hand. Through swamps, cornfields and forests, they trudged, avoiding dirt roads and towns. They knew they were being hunted for bounty. Isabel… Continue Reading →
Last October, we bought a Roadtrek camper van. It was already winterized so we immediately put it into storage. Over the winter I made some modifications, including converting all the lighting over to LED, adding 12 volt outlets (cigarette lighter… Continue Reading →
I had this feeling that we were being watched. Followed… Stalked It was a beautiful, sunny day on the hiking trail in the forest, but there was also a kind of tension in the air. Electrical storm coming, or was… Continue Reading →
With no winter or spring skiing, and no anything, really, I managed to keep myself busy by joining a 52 week photography group, called 52Frames. Each week it’s a different challenge and you have to make the shot in that… Continue Reading →
Welcome to part 2 of the Berlin to Copenhagen cycling tour. I suggest you review Part 1 at Somewhere in East Germany. *** He was hiding in the deep forest behind the gasthaus in Neustrelitz, watching the man sitting on… Continue Reading →
I was sitting outside a cafĂ© in Castrojeriz; in the middle of northern, back-country Spain, having a beer and writing in my journal, surrounded by a German woman on my right and an Aussie woman on my left. I remember… Continue Reading →
I woke up, Saturday morning, with a strange tingling feeling. At first I thought it was my new Fitbit vibrating or maybe some mystical after-effect from my morning Yoga with Adriene sessions. But that wasn’t it. I realized that it… Continue Reading →
The other night we were having a drink before dinner, listening to one of Gordon Lightfoot’s first albums – The way I Feel (1968). I started thinking about Yorkville back in the 60’s, when my best friend, Myron, and I,… Continue Reading →
People were running past us, bumping, pushing; a chaotic spectacle. There was an announcement over the PA system, but it was in German. We had already carried the heavy panniers up the long, steep stairway to the rail platform in… Continue Reading →