June 10- Victoria Ciostek and I rode around Buffalo for a few hours, stopping from time to time to make photographs. Vicki is a photographer and friend from the Aegean Center for the Fine Arts. Since being back in the States, she has been working on a photographic essay of her hometown, Buffalo (image courtesy of Victoria Ciostek)
June 13- The twisty road that goes to Bronte Creek Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada
June 14- On my way north, I stopped in Toronto to visit Alex Manning. This is the Canadian goose that is caught in her apartment. I was in Toronto long enough to explore Kensington market, play some tennis, watch the Lakers win the NBA championship and meet some great people in Alex's life.
June 16- Self portrait made during a spectacular moment just outside of White River, Ontario.
June 16- I followed a logging road up to the top of a hill where I found this view. Though much of the surrounding landscape was victim of lumber trade, it was beautiful in the midst of death and renewal. And the light, oh, the light!
June 16- I warmed water for coffee over the fire. For an evening, I felt like a cowboy.
June 16- A sketch made en situ.
June 19- The sparkling new chain and sprocket put on Lucinda in Thunder Bay, Ontario.
June 19- The view out of my tarp as I sat through an evening storm outside of the town of Ignace, Ontario. It was a deluge of rain but the tarp kept me dry.
June 19- I buried myself deep in my sleeping bag to keep away from the torrent of mosquitoes. This is the opening that I peered out of, watching as mosquitoes approached. The following morning a black bear woke me up, sniffing the outside of my tarp. Alas, I have found myself on an adventure!
June 20- Route 44, through Whiteshell Provincial Park, Manitoba
June 20- Self Portrait made from my bike up at Grand Beach, Manitoba.
June 21- In Grand Beach, Manitoba, Lucinda would go no further. The spark plugs had no spark. Erik and Derek, father and son, towed her to Westside Honda in Selkirk. It was Sunday and the shop was closed. We left her around back of the garage. From there, they dropped me off on Main Street at a cheap hotel they knew of- Lord Selkirk Hotel. Given that everything was closed and the sky was all shades of gray, Selkirk had every feeling of a necropolis. And yet I was oddly invigorated by this situation I was thrust into. With my Rolleiflex I walked around town. Here is a picture of my boots taken at the end of a long day.
June 23- This morning, I had to leave the hotel where I have been staying by way of the fire escape. Their were police and caution tape around the entrance. Apparently a man was found unconscious in his room. I was not able to find out anything more. Most of the occupants of the hotel are permanent residents. I suppose they can be described as being on the fringe of society. Within the hotel, they have a community of their own. I feel welcome here. I will remain in Selkirk until CDI ignitor arrives, purchased from ebay, and Lucinda is back on the road.