Arts & Culture

Arts & Culture

Haida Tales

On the southern tip of a windswept archipelago sixty miles off the coast of mainland British Columbia, lie the remains of a great civilization.

Tucked into a sheltered cove on the East Side of Anthony Island, the once thriving village of Ninstints (or Skuun Gwaii, or Sung Gwaii; there are many local spellings) is guarded by the last standing giants of the Haida Nation. Twenty-six totem poles carved by Haida masters stand in silent watch over the land.

Ducking Through Scandinavia

My friend Amelie and I were discussing our respective travel-bugs and our never-ending competition to visit at least one new country each year. When she suggested that we both travel somewhere, anywhere, together,

I whimsically accepted the offer. The conversation went something like this...

The Best Worst Weather

Dahab at Dusk

The ember red light of the setting sun
Casts itself like glitter on the ripples of the sea.
Enchanted by the flicker of the gold leaf
Flashing there then there not
On the rose red then turquoise of the sea,
I sit and watch the day’s gorgeous end
And am stroked by the warm sea breeze.
A salted scent drifts through the air
And holds the essence of far away,
Of Arab spice and African jungle heat,
That come to smother me.
The gentle shush of gentle waves
Massage the stony shore.
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