Monreal.

My life in a nutshell corolla.

The journey. (and my birfday.)

Marché Jean Talon.

Vieux Montréal. (Vieux Port.)

The first inklings of cabin fever (in a house sans anything in it…)

Flashdance.

I really meant flashback, but flashdance is what popped into my head instead. I was really, really, really tempted to rock me some fine 80’s threads and take a picture of myself under a jet of water for this post. Oh baby baby. Maybe next time…

Now for the original mission:

	BLAMO! (more pics)

July 16th 2006. The hottest day of the summer. We were already nestled in the dunes and damn it was glorious.

Vanity struck Joscelyn. His day consisted of eating, taking pictures of himself, eating, slothing, eating all the strawberries, taking more pictures of himself…

With one man down, Ali and I – intrepid and daring as we are – blew up a kayak using only our iron lungs, paddled up and down the Huron coastline, conquered golden dunes at dizzying heights…

…and then, if it weren’t for shame uh.. pride, we would have begged Jos to come get the kayak and drag it back home for us.

intimate blue

cool night, cigarettes, four friends with philosophies, table much too small.