Author dobrucki
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 →
What was that bang? Oh, just one of those old Americana autos backfiring. I must have fallen asleep. And now I’m getting sick from the stink of stale rum and cigar breath blowing on my face. It’s getting dark. I… Continue Reading →
It’s definitely starting to affect me. I don’t feel like I’m locked in the house, I still go out, for photos, groceries, whisky, etc. But I find myself wandering glassy-eyed around the house, looking out one window after another. Circular… Continue Reading →
I have walked through the fog The mystery of city “The Fog” and “The Mist” Be there monsters there? There’s a fog south of here The chaos of fear and uncertainty The gas of tears Mystery but also comfort Like… Continue Reading →
“My helmet feels so tight. It must be my hair. What? It’s been over four months since I’ve had a cut. I think I’m getting a headache from the pressure.” These were the thoughts spinning through my mind as I… Continue Reading →
the slapping of the waves and the chasing of the foam against the sandy waters edge the rhythm of two bodies entwined in sync together your soft fingers entangled in mine and the sand squeezing between my toes the seagulls… Continue Reading →
“Len, you can’t go in there with the sheep. It’s all fenced in and the gate is locked.” “Ah, that fence is over a hundred years old, and the gate is just latched, not locked, and look at those sheep…. Continue Reading →
You see, there was this birthday party. A very large party with over 30 boys and girls. During the party, they played a game of musical chairs. Very simple rules, but I’ll go over them quickly here just to refresh… Continue Reading →
“Ya never know what you’re gonna git,”- Forest Gump, talkin’ bout what his mama always said. Street photography’s a lot like that, too. Walking around the city with your camera, you never know what kind of opportunities await. A little… Continue Reading →