When I was eighteen all I wanted to do was draw cartoons and be a photographer. Few other things interested me with the exception of fishing and hunting, an odd pairing of passions. My grandmother bought me all manner of Nikon photographic equipment, my father built me a black and white film and print processing lab in the third bedroom of our modest duplex, and after some convincing agreed to send me to a private art and design school, the Académie des Arts de Montréal, afte

Like so many others, my first job was a summer job. As I was heavily interested in photography, I would go to Simon’s Cameras, Montreal’s oldest and best camera store, then celebrating in 1969 its fortieth year. Located on what used to be called Craig Street next to Old Montreal, it was directly across from the La Presse newspaper, the largest circulation French paper outside of France. It was a small store with products stacked to the ceiling, some dating back to the forties

I've spent a lifetime of work in marketing communications and publishing, traveling, clubbing, concerts, fine wining and dining, outdoor activities galore, and a myriad of adventures. Less mobile and motivated than I once was, I now spend most of my time in front of a computer with three huge monitors, an iPad Pro, and an iPhone 13 ProMax. It seems that these are my world now, but don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Combining my various social media accounts, I follow a