La vie n'est jamais certain, elle est floue.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

 This is a portrait of Elitsa Papazova of Quebec and Bulgaria in Parc de la Fontaine Montreal. I really love how her eyes turned out. It actually does some justice.

 This is a portrait of Professor Emeritus Raymond Pelletier in Tenants Harbor, Maine.

 This is a portrait of Virginie Salilou of Brest, France, and Augusta, Maine. It did not develop properly.

 These are a set of experimental photographs I took.

 Busy, busy, busy.

Beneath the epitaph read "Can't buy me love because Nancy said so." Experimental photography abounds.

Les Monts Verts

 "What's the name of your blog?"
"XXIVhours.blogpsot.com, it's just the roman numerals for 24 and then hours dot blogspot dot com."
"What's the name of your blog again?"

I love this picture.

 He ate the stick just after I took this picture.

Church Street

Winter Weary

The sun froze the land as it set that night casting cold shadow upon cold shadow. Out of the fields rose a last lazy breath of warm air.

The road not taken, and other poetic juxtapositions. 

As that warm air awakened and rose up ever higher. The sun burned a deeper orange no longer casting shadows, but merely saying goodnight.

I'll be in Montréal in January  2014