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Looking out, only to see blurred colours and drops of cool winter rain. From my passenger side I am calm knowing winter will not last forever and spring still exists.

A touch of colour added to The Ambassador Bridge. Creating an almost “summery” feel on a cold and windy winter day.

The eyes of a well loved pup. She stares at me making sure I am still there to love her.

A unique view of the bridge that connects Windsor Ontario and Detroit Michigan.

Bubbles, individual pockets of air. Floating together to create a most relaxing experience.

Self portrait, self aware, self. The eyes always tell what the heart wants. This heart wants adventures and thrills.

Down the drain it goes, washes away clean and never to be seen again. A simple process to a complex life.

The GM building stands blurred in the background. Easily recognized by it’s unique structure.

A tired pup is a good pup. She watches me as I watch her. A cuddly spunky mutt.

A vast river of ice. The contrast focusses on the fissures where strength was overcome but not broken.

In the distance is the link to Detroit Michigan from the Windsor side. The Ambassador Bridge.

Turning 35 never felt so good. On the cusp of understanding life, grasping onto everything that has meaning to make sense of who I am.

A simple haircut accentuating the jawline never ceases to impress. The bob, a classic cut.

Clydesdales on duty. Focussed and determined. The energy of these beautiful animals resonates power as they pull a cart full of laughing children through a lot full of Christmas Trees eager to be cut down.

Waters edge. Waves crash on the rocks in-front of the Detroit/Windsor waterfront.

A partially obstructed view which gives way to a beautiful city scape. Detroit Michigan.

The Sandwich Windmill in Windsor Ontario. Stands in Windsor’s West end. A view from beneath shows it’s towering vibrance.

Vintage vehicles retired on a lot. Their days of rumbling roads under their tires are done but their strength and durability remains strong.

Looking deep into the eyes of a loyal friend. She holds my heart now and forever.

First Father’s Day. A boy and his father are life’s most precious gifts. Where one can guide the other in the footsteps to the future.

Burning lavender. Creating a relaxing aroma of vanilla and dried lavender seeds before a bath.

Underneath the bridge. Above are train tracks no longer in use, below is an abstract structure appealing to the eye.

Ice and snow, black and white. Delivers an artistic approach to this dreary winter day.

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Looking out, only to see blurred colours and drops of cool winter rain. From my passenger side I am calm knowing winter will not last forever and spring still exists.

A touch of colour added to The Ambassador Bridge. Creating an almost “summery” feel on a cold and windy winter day.

The eyes of a well loved pup. She stares at me making sure I am still there to love her.

A unique view of the bridge that connects Windsor Ontario and Detroit Michigan.

Bubbles, individual pockets of air. Floating together to create a most relaxing experience.

Self portrait, self aware, self. The eyes always tell what the heart wants. This heart wants adventures and thrills.

Down the drain it goes, washes away clean and never to be seen again. A simple process to a complex life.

The GM building stands blurred in the background. Easily recognized by it’s unique structure.

A tired pup is a good pup. She watches me as I watch her. A cuddly spunky mutt.

A vast river of ice. The contrast focusses on the fissures where strength was overcome but not broken.

In the distance is the link to Detroit Michigan from the Windsor side. The Ambassador Bridge.

Turning 35 never felt so good. On the cusp of understanding life, grasping onto everything that has meaning to make sense of who I am.

A simple haircut accentuating the jawline never ceases to impress. The bob, a classic cut.

Clydesdales on duty. Focussed and determined. The energy of these beautiful animals resonates power as they pull a cart full of laughing children through a lot full of Christmas Trees eager to be cut down.

Waters edge. Waves crash on the rocks in-front of the Detroit/Windsor waterfront.

A partially obstructed view which gives way to a beautiful city scape. Detroit Michigan.

The Sandwich Windmill in Windsor Ontario. Stands in Windsor’s West end. A view from beneath shows it’s towering vibrance.

Vintage vehicles retired on a lot. Their days of rumbling roads under their tires are done but their strength and durability remains strong.

Looking deep into the eyes of a loyal friend. She holds my heart now and forever.

First Father’s Day. A boy and his father are life’s most precious gifts. Where one can guide the other in the footsteps to the future.

Burning lavender. Creating a relaxing aroma of vanilla and dried lavender seeds before a bath.

Underneath the bridge. Above are train tracks no longer in use, below is an abstract structure appealing to the eye.

Ice and snow, black and white. Delivers an artistic approach to this dreary winter day.

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