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Scène de printemps.

Le printemps arrivera.

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Summer fun at auntie Kassidy's shack dans le bois.

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Firefighting

Firefighting is cathartic—it releases some of the rage and despair. Los Angeles is burning after 100 days without precipitation, with winds gusting at 130 kilometers per hour. The media calls it “devastating,” showing celebrities mourning their million-dollar homes in the hills. But what about Gaza? Is the destruction there not devastating? What about the deliberate leveling of every home, every hospital, every university? After 15 months of genocide, that doesn’t even make the news anymore. Climate chaos and genocide. Both are the direct result of the ruling class’ agenda. The ruling class have decided this is normal: wildfires ripping through cities, genocides carried out for resources and control.

Firefighting is damage mitigation. Damage mitigation is also giving a homeless kid some cash, or buying a struggling friend groceries. It’s necessary, but it’s not a solution. That’s why it feels cathartic, but never complete. We need more than damage mitigation. The fires and the bombs are devastating; they do not exist in a vacuum. These droughts are not caused by nothing. Missiles don’t launch themselves. The ruling class has built systems that create chaos and suffering. The ruling class are the destructive ones.

The trees are burning. The cities are burning. The people are burning. Firefighting won’t save us. The ruling class must fall.

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Leaving the driveway of my childhood home in Quebec / first meter of my bike ride to British-Columbia.

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Octobre 2016 - Outaouais. Photo pris sur un trip de camping dans le cadre d'un cours CÉGEP. Trou de fée, douces amitiés et douce jeunesse.

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Septembre dans la vallée. Maudit.

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RIP front rim. 2022-2024.

20 000 km. QC-BC. Crashed & cracked while doing a 'kick flip'. Okanagan Valley.

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On living out of (two) backpacks

Home is where your shit is. My shit is in two backpacks. My bathroom is an extra large Ziplock. My kitchen is the recycled pocket of my old cycling pannier. The side pocket of my pack is my library. The rest of the space in the backpacks is my sock drawer, closet, mudroom, garage, and bedroom (my tent and my sleeping bag). Home is where your shit is. My bicycle and my guitar are in the Okanagan Valley (B.C.). My cross country skis, snow shoes, skates and my other guitar are in Montréal. A painting of the aurora borealis over the taiga (a gift), as well as a bottle of maple syrup and a medal from my swim in la Traversée Internationale du Lac St-Jean, are at the fire base in Matagami (Nord du Québec). Home is where your shit is. My shit is all over the place.

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GAYS LOVE BIKES AND PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION

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26-07-2024 Roberval - Lac St-Jean

This weekend, I took to the road again. It's now been seven years of sleeping between trees on the forest floor near cities and avoiding bylaw officers. Sometimes with a partner, but mainly alone. I feel that my years as a lone highway rambler are coming to an end. I need someone to hold onto—someone who can either tame me or, better yet, someone willing to come along for the ride.

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Eeyou Istchee (Nord du Québec)

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I can hear it: a single mosquito left in my camp bedroom. There he is, on the wall. I take him out, but still, the humming persists. How much more of that hum can I endure before I go mad? I wear a necklace of red specks and a puffer fish face, while hundreds of them hum just outside the screen of my window. Mosquitoes have five eyes: two large compound eyes for detecting movement and navigating, and three simple eyes (ocelli) on top of their head for sensing light intensity. A lone spider crawls on the thin paper walls of my camp bedroom. He can stay; I hope he’s hungry.

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Eeyou Istchee (Nord du Québec)

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27-10-2023 1265 m (- 10 C)

Biking Kelowna-Rock Creek

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Selfies in the autumn

Robe que Ginette Tremblay de Jonquière aurait portée pour voter au référendum de 1980.

Run to Rose Valley Lake, our water reservoir

Run up Goat's peak, training to be agile and strong

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23-10-2023

I love living on the West side of the lake, where every morning offers a sunrise over the valley walls.

I love living up here on the mountain, where you can look down the patchwork of orange, green and red vineyards and orchards in the autumn.

I love living on this land, which provided us with a bountiful crop all summer long, and flowers to enjoy.

I love living in this house, where I finally feel at home.

The tomatoes have been ripped out, the fall rye has been planted.

Snow will soon cover the hill sides.