One day, early this summer, as I was going for a walk, I saw my neighbour’s canoe, strapped to the roof of their car. There was something pregnant, potent, expectant about it: the pent-up desire, after a long winter, to splash into a lake. So, I stopped to photograph it.
As I crouched under the canoe to get an upward shot, the sky itself looked like a lake: blue, expansive, inviting. In an upside-down, Acid4yuppies world, that is exactly how one should see it: our own magical Canadian canoe, that we row, together, across these vast Canadian skies.