The Rough Draft

If you can't go through it. Go around it.


(Full disclosure, I have no affiliation with 2UNDR or MyPackage, I just use and like their products.

It’s a well know fact among those of us who ride for long stretches that the primary focus of any motorcycle is to try and shove your balls up your own ass. This as most can attest is pretty uncomfortable. There’s also seam placement and moisture issues you need to deal with. As a poorly placed seam – say one that runs diagonally across your butt cheek will after six hours or so in the saddle becomes like the water torture only with a baseball bat.

Likewise, so riding underwear goes for the super snug approach. Lycra so tight, everything is held in check mashed up against your crotch. Needless to say, this becomes a sticky sweaty and irritated mess in no short order, especially on the hot days.

Two years ago I came across 2UNDR underwear. They have a pouch all of your tender bits slip into and they’re well ventilated.  This way things are supported, they don’t stick to other things and when you’re up and down in the saddle on a trail, there’s no need for readjustment. Plus they were developed with the input of a Moto-X rider which went a long way to making my decision to buy an easy one.

I’ve since ridden thousands of miles with these underwear with no issues and I’ve switched over to them as my standard underwear of choice. They work well from the sweltering heat of Moab in the height of summer to the cold of riding in late November in Canada.

After my second set of purchases I received an email from the president of 2UNDR asking how I liked the product and what would I like to see in new product from the company. I asked him at the time about developing a set of long underwear with the pouch system. He informed me they were working on it but were concerned about the price point. I told him that seeing as I’d paid over $70 for a pair of motorcycle specific long underwear, price point probably wasn’t going to be an issue for guys like me.

Well it’s been two long years and no long underwear from 2UNDR but all is not lost. A couple of weeks ago I was buying some new underwear and the seller had some long underwear with a pouch under the MyPackage trademark. Most are in the $70 range but some were on sale for $35. I order a pair to test. I’m guessing they’re designed for the runners market as the legging is quite tight but the fabric is smooth and comfortable and to be honest I prefer tight as when I’m wearing my mesh gear, I just want an abrasion barrier between my skin and the mesh and armour. A slightly thicker material might be nice but that’s probably more a matter of exploring other options available in their line.

Seams were also not an issue.

So if you’re looking for something a bit more comfortable to wear under your outer gear, give either of  these a try. You won’t be disappointed.


It’s a bit of a squeeze to get into this suit for a photo but so worth it if you’re a space nut like me.



The museum is as previously stated broken down into multiple hangers. Massive structures built to hold a staggering amount of airframes. We’d toured the Early days of flight, the First World War, the in between years and the Second World War. Now we were heading into the hangers that covered, the Post WW2 period, Korea, the Jet Age and all points up to now including the Space Race. Of course Bob and I were here to see the new hangar and its special aircraft section, though both for different reasons.


Here’s Bob in front of an Avro CF-100. An aircraft he flew in during his service.


The X-15. The aircraft that all of our Hypersonic flight data still originates from.


The X-24A. One of a slew of Lifting Body test beds that led to the Space Shuttle.


The X-24B otherwise known as the Dyna-Soar.


The front of the XB-70 Valkyrie a supersonic Bomber program that lost out to the Air Force moving into ICBMs.


One of the Apollo Capsules. Reentry is hard on your skin.



Not sure what this aircraft is but it looks like it’s from the desk of, “Screw it, let’s give it a try.”



The back end of the XB-70. Like something out of Thunderbirds.


The X-1B, Yeager flew this one as well.


One of the original tilt rotor concept vehicles.


Tacit Blue – The reason I’m on this trip. It’s the original Stealth Technology demonstrator. It ain’t pretty. It ain’t fast and it’s not that manoeuvrable but it’s damn near invisible on radar and IR.


Tacit Blue – Undercarriage


Tacit Blue – The Back End


The Avro Aerocar. Bob’s Dad worked on this one.



I liked the fact the new hanger was lit up. It made shooting a lot easier and you got to see every rivet of detail in some very cool air frames. We moved back to older hangers and started our walk through 50s, 60, 70’s and up sections. A time in aviation where everybody was pushing the limits of what you could do with an airframe. though of course, there were still some holdovers from WW2 still in service.


Nose Art on a B-26C


The rare Twin Mustang



A Chinese built MIG


And it’s nemesis.


This image gives you a good feel for the actual size of these hangars. 


An F-105D THUD


An A-7D Corsair.


An F-4 Phantom. Seeing as this one doesn’t have a gun on it, I’m going to lean towards it being an early variant. The F-4 was one of McDonnell Douglas’s most successful airframes in terms of sales and deployment.


A nice Vietnam diorama in 1:1 of a Huey 1D


The same hanger from the other direction.


A B-36 Peacemaker one of the largest propeller driven aircraft ever built. So large it also had an additional four jet engines added to aid in takeoff. 


6 massive pusher props and two twin engine jet pods outboard on her wings got her off the ground.


A B-50 weather observation aircraft.


A Grumman Albatross, one of my favourite aircraft.


A Kingfisher.


B-58 Hustler. A Delta wing drag racer…



An F-117A still a cool looking aircraft.


A Panavian Tornado a Gr. Mk III I believe


The back end of a Pave Low.


A B-1B Lancer


The front end of the Pave Low


MIG-29 Fulcrum.


The a-10 Warthog


and its 30mm GAU8 Cannon.

And so ended our day at the NMUSAF of course it was easier getting a cab to take us back to our hotel from the museum but considering the fairly sketchy vehicle that showed up, we’d probably been safer to go back to UBER for our ride. The vehicle we were in had a very nasty shimmy in the back end and that never inspires confidence in your passengers.

The next morning we set out to head back to Toronto about two hours in because of my lack of having a Scala unit in my helmet, I wasn’t able to get into the right lane when the guys pulled off the highway for breakfast. We then spent the rest of the ride sort of circling each other on the Interstate. Somehow (probably when I stopped to eat) I ended up about forty minutes behind them. Still, these things happen.

Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed these pictures and if you are ever in Dayton, OH and you’re an aircraft buff, check out the museum it’s well worth it.

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Good news! I’m in the initial stages of turning Devil’s Gambit into an audio book through Findaway Voices. I’ve been looking to do this for some time now but the Amazon ACX system was defeating me at every turn due to my Canadian address.

The process is not cheap but the chance to expand my market is worth the cost. The audiobook version should be available for purchase or stream early in the new year.

Meanwhile, you can still purchase Devil’s Gambit on Amazon or download it on Prime.

Last night Darleen and I went to Generator 2. It’s a bit hard to describe the show’s format. It’s sort of TED Talk meets, Music with some performance art thrown in for good measure. We’d been at the inaugural show the year before and as I’m a fan of Cmdr. Hadfield (because excellence should always be championed) it was a foregone conclusion to attend this year and if I’m totally honest, all the years after this that I can.

The line up of guest was impressive with Adam Savage handling the Master of Ceremonies position. I don’t think it’s going too far out on a limb to suppose that all of the American guests were Democrats as there was much apologising on their country’s behalf but more on that in a little bit.

If there is a central theme to the evening, it’s that one person can make big changes in the world around them if they just have the will to try. After an introduction by Adam Savage the evening was kicked off by a young comic with Aspergers Syndrome, Michael McReary. We had the inventor of the, “Lucky Iron Fish,” a cheap and friendly way to help cure iron deficiency and anaemia in the world. Who had the unfortunate task of going on after a young man who decided to clean up the ocean’s plastic garbage patches. I only say unfortunate because, well he’s saving us from ourselves…  You can read all about that at And yes, the problem is way worse than you think.  Amanda Palmer kept the evening light with a great rendition of her Ukulele Anthem.

But like I said, regardless, it was an evening of staying positive and of empowering ordinary people to do extraordinary things. Even if that thing is just going to a place and showing others what’s out there. Giving the rest of the world the sense of how fragile and how tough this planet can be.

Which brings us back to the recent American election. Personally I hoped it wouldn’t go the way it did but that doesn’t matter. The result was democratic and accepted by the system, how things will shake out in the near and far future will be what they will be. I’ve never been one to stand and shout, “The sky is falling!” Until meteorites are raining down all around. Though if Alien spacecraft showed up tomorrow, I wouldn’t be that surprised, it’s been that kind of year.

Which brings us to artists of all stripes and what they represent. In short, there’s a reason during times of political duress, they get locked up, beaten and harassed. It’s because words and images have power. Ideas have power. And,  “They,” know that. You can kill a person, you can make them disappear but their ideas will continue on and in the end defeat their oppressor. Orwell knew this, Huxley too as did anybody who was on the Blacklist. People just chose to ignore the storm warnings as they usually do.

Finally, the ghost of Leonard Cohen was all around last night and as it is with most things, you don’t realise what somebody’s work meant to you until they are gone and so I’d like to finish with one of his poems that was read by Neil Gaiman last night.

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government —
signs for all to see.
I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring …
You can add up the parts
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.

This trip was a bit of a different bent for me as it was going to be a group ride and not my usual solo affair. The plan was to get to Dayton, OH from Mississauga in a day with a brief stop at Iron Pony in Westerville, OH about 80 miles from Dayton.

I met up with the group at a Tim Hortons at 5am. The guys, Bob, Scott and Grant already had coffee in hand inside. I opted to skip my usual tea because because I was itching to go and we all knew we had a long day ahead of us (though no idea how really long it was going to get). Bob rides a DL-1000, Scott is on a DL-650 like me but a newer model and Grant rides a older BMW airhead, he’s lovingly restored to factory perfection. All of these guys have Scala units so they can talk back and forth. I of course do not because I rarely ride in groups. This meant I opted to play tail end Charlie, so I could react to whatever they were doing.

I’ll be honest, there aren’t too many pictures of the trip down. My Sony Action cam is great in direct light but if you have shifting light levels it tends to struggle to keep up. This can make for some interesting tunnel shots if you’re in one for a while but when you’re blasting down a tree covered dirt road the results are intermittent at best.


On the West bank of the Allagheny River. You can see the camera struggling with the light levels.

I had my liner in my jacket and my riding pants on. No mater what time of year, there’s a definite temperature drop the closer you get to Buffalo and yes, I turned on my heated grips. The load at the border was light and we were through in good time with no issues. It does seem a group gets through a little faster even. We did  brief stop at Abbott road for a photo op (my last name’s Abbott) and then we headed for breakfast at a nearby Denny’s.

Some of the day’s highlights were seeing Tobacco plants in the field. I don’t smoke but I’m always up for new botany. Riding down the West bank of the Allagheny River was also pretty cool. A nice bit of dirt in what was going to ultimately be a long day on the slab. As is usual in a group there are varying degrees of comfort between riders on loose surface. Bob was well out in front and having no issues. Scott also seemed okay but Grant seemed a bit nervous, though it might have had more to do with him not wanting to drop his bike. In the end I let them get a bit ahead so I could ride at my own pace. I prefer throttle control and a bit of rear brake as far as my control on dirt goes and neither of those like sudden activity to the front of.

Our track down the West bank of the Allegheny river aside, it was obvious from the start of our day, time was going to be a real problem. Our main plan was to hit Iron Pony Motorsports Superstore in Westerville, Ohio. We were going to arrive there at around five thirty which was not as far off as we’d have liked. The other side of that coin was it would still put us eighty five miles outside of Dayton and to top it off, there was weather moving in on our final destination.

We decided to slab it.

Interstates are a lot of things, fun to ride on  a motorcycle, is not one of them. Still we made it to Iron Pony by the 5:30 deadline and I’ll admit, it was one of the biggest and most comprehensive motorcycle stores I’ve ever been in. Believe me when I say I’m always impressed at any place there when I ask, “Do you have this?”

And they reply, “At the end of aisle 15.” And when you go to the end of aisle 15 and there is not just one small pack tucked in a box a bunch of other things but an entire rack of what you’re looking for for every bike you’ve ever seen, you know you’re in pretty much bike Mecca.

Still, I managed to get out of there with most of my wallet intact, after all the one thing that tends to keep you honest when you travel on a motorcycle is the lack of storage space.

By the time we left the store the sun had set in the world had devolved into puddles of sodium light sparsely populated on the interstate. The riding was just as sporty as a last time I had ridden in the area. Thankfully Toronto teaches you how to ride aggressively in heavy traffic. It was at this point the weather, caught up with us. Which owns leaves you with the choice, tough it out and get wet or do you pull over and throw on rain gear. Bob our group’s leader opted to pull over. Of course the second be put on our rain gear the rain stopped. Which wouldn’t have been a problem had we been able to keep moving to keep cool. 8 miles from the hotel we ran into stop and go traffic due to construction. That 8 miles took us one hour and 45 minutes to travel. We literally walked our bikes. Which wasn’t much of a problem for our water cooled V–Stroms but the lone air cooled BMW was not happy. Neither were any of us who were starting to suffer from overheating trapped in our rain gear. In the end we didn’t get the hotel till 10:30 PM. Lucky for us there was still a Waffle House open nearby so we were able to get something to eat.

On our way back to the hotel we stopped at a gas station to get some beer or what ever for a nightcap. I noticed by the counter there was hard liquor available. I also noticed that it was almost all only 20% alcohol not the usual 40% you would expect, at least here in Canada. Essentially, you’re getting half the booze, which to my mind is taking advantage of an alcoholic’s need. I’m probably out to lunch on this state sanctioned selling of watered down booze just irritates me on a base level. One of the reasons you clarify booze to 40% is to release the flavors contained within the spirit. The choice is then yours to further thin things out be it with pop or more water or even (shudders), ice. But I digress.

Drinks in hand (in our handy brown paper bags that make you feel like an alcoholic) we made it back to the hotel and to our rooms. I did warn my roommate that I’m a bit of a snorer. He informed me the next morning that I’m actually an incredible snorer. Guess I’ll have to get back on my didgeridoo and strengthen those muscles again.

It was back to the Waffle House for breakfast. The plan was to eat and then grab a cab over to the museum. It was at this point we ran into a small snag. We couldn’t find a cab company to come pick us up and it wasn’t for lack of trying. Every number we tried came back not in service. So yeah, Uber has apparently knocked the shit out of the Dayton area Cab companies. And of course that’s what we ended up using. Ironically, when we did manage to secure a cab later in the day it sort of encapsulated why Uber was probably the better choice but more on that later.

The NMUSAF is one of the most impressive aviation museums I’ve ever had the privilege to visit. The breadth and depth of the collection is truly astounding and if you are an aviation buff, you owe it to yourself to make the pilgrimage to the place that in many ways really was the hub of North American aviation at its inception.

So now, we get to the pictures, you know the bit you’ve been waiting for.


The guys who started it all with their Wright Flyer.


The man who made it better and who would ultimately spend years of his life in court fighting the Wright Brothers, Glen Curtis.


The displays are often very dynamic, like this overhead Fokker Tri Plane.


The guys checking out one of the Exhibits.



That’s a lot of wood and all of it finished beautifully.







One of the gliders used to train the new wave of future pilots in the Third Reich.





Curtiss P-40 Warhawk, still one of my favorite aircraft.


The, “Infamous,” Mitsubishi Zero

















Photo Recon variant of the Spit.


















As you can see, the NMUSAF does not see the need to put barriers between the second aircraft to drop an atomic device and the general public.




A full scale mock up of the, “Fat Man,” Fusion Bomb dropped by Bock’s Car on Nagasaki.



A P-61 with its shiny black paint still on.


One of the few surviving, “Cherry Blossom,” manned bombs.

So far we’ve only covered the first two hangers. There’s two more to go. I hope you’re enjoying these pictures. Obviously this is only a small part of the collection housed within the museum.

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I realize I’ve been lax with my blog as of late and I apologise. Time has been a scarce commodity plus there have been some life changes as previously mentioned in this blog and just to be clear, I wrote the bulk of this before finding out my current diagnosis.

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Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. The day job’s been a bit crazy and last month I rode down to Dayton, Ohio to check out the new hanger section at the National Museum of the United States Air Force at Wright Patterson AFB.That little jaunt proved to be more taxing than first expected because by Monday evening it was obvious I’d picked up a cold and by Wednesday it was also obvious I’d picked up a nasty infection in the wrist muscle of my left arm. A trip to the doc and some broad spectrum antibiotic seems to be clearing that up though. The will is strong, while the flesh is weak.

I’ll post the Dayton stuff up in a follow up blog. We did do some interesting roads on the first part of the way down but time constraints required us to slab it for a big chunk of the trip.

But getting to the meat of the matter, “Staying positive.” It can be a real trial especially with our 24/7 bleeding and leading news cycle. Social media doesn’t offer any escape as it seems to distill a lot of the doom, gloom and crazy into a truly unctuous material.

I made a conscious decision this year to try and keep my posts positive on all platforms unless I was truthfully talking about personal stuff going on with me. I also don’t discuss my day job in any great detail either. Though to be honest other than workload, things are pretty good there. Finding time to write s a bit of a struggle but then that’s always been the case and as it is with all things artistic, the closer to the end of a project you get, the greater the push-back from the universe. I don’t know why this is but as it has been said, it all works out in the end.

In the end I think it’s not so much about staying positive as much as it is about staying grateful. A friend of mine had posted this week that people should like you for you and not for the things you have. I totally agree for the most part but I also realize we’re very defined by the things we have. The first thing you get asked by another photographer is, “Canon or Nikon,” and yes, I know this discounts a number of other brands but if you’re serious about shooting on a DSLR, those are the two main platforms. Because I shoot on Canon platforms, I’m instantly defined somewhat by it. Same goes for my bike, an 04 DL-650 V-Strom.


She’s not the best bike in the world but she’s taken me all over and we’ve been to some pretty cool places together and yes, the thing that she is defines me and a whole bunch of other guys as to what kind of riding we’re into. The Strom is not a bike that’s all about looking cool.

I also think it’s critical as a writer and amateur photographer to try to maintain a sense of wonder about the world. After all, if you can’t see things in a different right, how can you convince your readers or observers of your work to do the same?

I’ll admit, it’s been a tough go as of late to keep your smile from turning into a grimace. The language coming across the various media has been pretty negative and very xenophobic. A news cycle that focuses on bleeding and leading while suppressing other important stories is depressing. It all gets a bit weary.

The funny thing is my thrillers exist in a world where my main characters live their stories in parts of the world about as disengaged from the conflict in the Middle East as you can get. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure why this is but I also figure plenty of other authors are covering that territory, there’s no need for me to pile on. Plus I’m exploring different motivations in my characters. Especially that  of Sean Addison as he tries to forge a life for himself after years spent as an operator in the SAS. He’s trying very hard to walk a path without having to resort to violence of action. The universe of course, has other plans.What can I say? I like most creators are relentlessly cruel to our creations. After all, a character sitting on a mountaintop contemplating the nothingness of being would be a damn dry read. Still, through out it all, Sean continues on with the thought of, “Better times than these,” in his head. Something I believe is at the very core of what it is to be human.

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I’ve been lax in posting to my blog as of late. As you can well imagine I’ve got a lot on my mind these days and I don’t feel like sharing all of it online. Besides, I’m sure like most personal stuff, it comes across as a pretty boring read.

I’m working on getting this Diabetes thing under control. I’ve cut sugar out of my diet and am trying to work on my salt intake to help deal with my blood pressure issues. When I increased my dosage on the main drug I’m taking (as per Doctor’s instructions) my body wasn’t too happy with it. Part of it was my fault as I’d misread the instructions and upped the dose three days too early. Of course it had to happen on a weekend where my wife and I were going out of town. What should have taken a couple of hours took three with many stops along the way. It sucked but things do seem to have settled down and I’m adjusting to the new levels without further incident.

And while this current spate of medical issues do seem like a big thing to me. I’m fully aware others are dealing with worse. Something I remind myself when I feel like having a bit of a whinge.

Of course, when this sort of thing does happen, it does tend to make you really second guess your choices and as for resolution there, I’ll have to get back to you on that one.

I’m struggling to find the time to finish the next book and even while I’m in that head space, I can feel all of the other works starting to creep in at the edges. Which does tend to make me even more antsy when I can’t pull the time out of the day to write. If anybody has some suggestions there, I’m all ears.

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I won’t bullshit you. It’s been a rough few weeks. The day job has sucked up large chunks of my time, which has of course impacted the edit of the Devil’s Ante and set me back by weeks.

None of which really matters at this point.

I know that sounds somewhat ominous and in the end things aren’t really all that bad but but we’ll get to the meat of that in a sec anyway.

For a while now, I haven’t been feeling myself. I seemed to be overtaken by an unshakeable lethargy and I’d get fleeting pain in my limbs and numbness too. The numbness, at least in my hands, I attributed to my arthritis. I’ve got a nerve slowly being impinged on in my right shoulder and it can lead to some pretty funky sensations in my right hand some days or on a bad stretch, no sensation at all. Which is every bit as unnerving as it sounds. I’m also taking a long time to heal when it comes to cuts and bruises. Something I’m always covered in thanks to the day job and some of my off road motorcycle adventures.

Still, I’m not one to go to the doc over every small thing. Preferring to see them when my body is in a perfect shit storm of problems. There was also the issue of being so thoroughly disgusted with our last attempt at a family doctor and her refusal to see my son in any way that had left a very bad taste in my mouth in regards to the medical profession in general.

However as series of unrelated events sort of forced my hand.

Somewhere on my trip to or returning from Dayton, OH I received some sort of deep tissue injury. Probably getting hit by a piece of road debris on the super slab somewhere. Getting pelted with the odd chunk of whatever on a major road is not uncommon. I’ve been hit with everything from Grasshoppers to decorative wheel rims over the years. Most of this stuff is so fleeting, it doesn’t even register but on that trip, something went into the underside of my left forearm and it became infected. The wound zone got red, swollen and as an added bonus. there was a nasty yellow discharge coming from it. Go big or go home.

It became clear this thing wasn’t going to sort itself out. I’d need some help.

There are no fewer than five medical clinics withing five minutes drive of my place. One of which is literally across the street from me. I’d ruled it out though because it’s always packed to the gills. The clinic I’d had my eye on is on the edge of a light industrial area. It proved to be the right call for a couple of reasons. First of, it was busy but not stupid busy and second off, it’s looking to grow its clientele.

I went in, filled out the proper paperwork and was sitting in the Doctor’s exam room ten minutes later. He looked at my arm and prescribed me a full spectrum antibiotic. I liked his forthright manner and the fact he’d been trained in multiple disciplines in the UK no less. I asked him if he was looking for patients and not only did he sign me up but he took on my son as well. We also arranged to get some baseline blood work done for me. Four different tests worth. You know because if you’re going to get bad news, it should be all at once.

I came in a couple of days later after the requisite twelve hour fast and had one of the nurses draw the samples. I will say she was great. I’ve had a few people over the years pretty much drill for oil in my arms. One idiot even managed to go through both sides of the vein, which creates a pretty spectacular bruise. She however was so smooth, I didn’t even feel the needle go in. I was impressed and told her as much.

A week passed and I got the call to come in and talk about what had been found in my red stuff.

So the good news was, my Prostate antibodies test was good, so that’s a relief. That was going to be the only good thing about my blood work.

Turns out I’m really low in Vitamin D which is a big part of my lethargy issues. I’m now on whacking great doses of the stuff for the next week and then it becomes a regular amount every day for the rest of my life.

My Cholesterol is also high so now I’m on Lipitor. I’ll be looking at adjusting my diet so that may be a more controllable thing in the future.

Of course the major big bad new is my Glucose levels are out of whack which means, I’ve got type 2 Diabeties. So next week, I get to do more blood work as my doc is now looking for protein and other bad actors that shouldn’t be in among my Haemoglobin. I’m also coming to grips with all of this and will be adjusting my life and eating habits accordingly.

It sucks but I’m impressed with my Doctor’s approach to all of this and his no bullshit attitude. It what I need in this new reality of mine.

In a non medical aside, I managed to pick up a very slightly used Canon 7D Mk. II for a decent price the other day. It might have involved driving across Toronto in first gear (traffic here really is a bitch sometimes) but considering the condition of the camera, it was worth it. I’ll post up some sample pics once I’ve got something decent to show off.


As always, you can check out my books at Health and life stuff aside, Devil’s Ante is nearing completion. In the meantime, if you enjoyed Devil’s Gambit, give my other book Reliance a read. It’s a great way to kill time on a stormy Autumn afternoon.


The was a birds of prey display at the Brampton Fly In. It was nice to get close to these birds without a cage in the way. As far as I understand it, the majority of these birds have been injured and can no longer live in the wild. So they’re used to educate the general public about their species, habitats and our impact upon them.

Considering how much the early creators of gliders and later powered flight drew in inspiration from birds, I felt it was a smart thing to have this avian display alongside the main event. All of these were shot with my Sigma 150-500mm Telephoto. I see no need to stress a bird by sticking any lens in their face.









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I missed last year’s open house because of work. It’s a great day out with vintage cars, bikes and aircraft.


Still really enjoying the Twist 60 for shooting the vintage stuff. I like how the lens really does accentuate the central focus.




Always nice to see some older Beemers.








My favorite Bike.


An original Dnepr Ural



I switched over to my Sigma 150mm-500m f4.5 as they were starting to get aircraft in position to fly.





Of course other aircraft were flying in at the same time as the Fokker and the rest were flying out.









I swapped lenses and went back to the Twist 60.













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