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Toronto summer…make note of the barbecue.

Toronto scenes today…it’s been a bit too hot for the locals. But I can draw from decades in Southeast Asia to best condition Canadian blood.

Slow shutter speeds and steady hands. It takes some practice to get it right, and if you did this with film you'd have a lot of unfocused nonsense. Really liked the colour juxtaposition with the MAC storefront in Omotesando. A Canadian brand that had great success overseas.

Had good fun with Akiko in Ginza, perhaps the most instinctively confident model I ever had a chance to work with, and always brought amazing props like hats and coats. The back streets of Ginza offer amazing environments for good photography. Akiko now spends her time on the other side of the lens.

A pair from the hood…new moon is bright, and a portent of good. Yes?

Orchids and frangipani in my spiritual home…crossing fingers and toes that I’m back in Ubud this autumn…this Toronto winter was bad enough, but the spring? Schizophrenic…

Marc Scibilia played the Opera House last night…an incredible performance, and a huge voice and stage presence. Great singer-songwriters are a blessing.

A Hanshin Tiger in Omoide Yokocho, behind Shinjuku station is ‘memory lane’, that sprung up in the bombed out ruins of Tokyo after WWII.

Now home to motsuyakiya restaurants of about five seats each, I caught this fellow walking down the alley, unperturbed by the gai-jin with the camera.

Natsuko, in Tokyo, an inspiration to work my way back to photography, creativity, and working with talented people in the arts. The concept of shared vision demands constant practice and a well-managed ego. And a stunning jacket…

I was fascinated with Shinjuku Station, arguably the most confusing of its ilk in the world. I decided that I would master it in my three years of living there, practice some nascent Japanese, and one day, away from any of the tracks and platforms that would be one's main concern, I found this.

Kabukicho, in 2010...when I lived in Tokyo, I became low-key obsessed with the art of street photography, sought out a good mentor, and which tapped into my creative compulsions. Tokyo and the city's people remain decidedly photogenic, even though my knack for storytelling remained more limited.

Life in the 6ix continues to be unexpectedly rejuvenating despite the attendant dramas of our world.
The essence is not to return home again, or to get back to where you once belonged, but rather to reorient yourself around the goodness of remembering who you are.