in the near north of canada... there isn't much.

there are abandoned mining operations...

stagnant pools and red rock...

mainstreets of ghost towns...

and solemn walks in other directions.

there are so many small lakes...

in the morning there is lots of fog, both inside and out

i can never get enough of 'beautiful sadness'.

we climbed that thing. i got... jittery. it swayed in the morning wind. i never thought i was scared of heights. but i was. i am, i suppose.

and we did.

i pussy footed my way to the top. it was worth it.

when you have nowhere specific to be... the morning light is just so soothing.

if i went to high school in temagami, i would have been sure to lose my virginity here.

out of order. of course.

that cabin in that field that we visit every three years.

oh and just a close up of a coffee machine in a rest stop. because coffee machines are joining cigarette machines in the innocent graveyard of phased out technology. i really do love modern things that could never be post-modern.