A PhD: Triumph and transition

The transition and accomplishment of a PhD might be seen by some as a privilege. Which it indeed is. However, what it also is, is the chance to have friends, family and colleagues come together, from different parts of the globe, to celebrate. Honoured to have been part of this triumph and transition of a good friend.


The ol’ Chevy pick-up: An American treasure

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.”

American Pie, Don McLean

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Can’t see the forest for the trees

A beautiful day hiking up to Dog Mountain in British Colombia is a stark reminder of the nature that lingers often in our backyard, unbeknownst to us.

Travelling to places we once called home forces us to rediscover a place with new eyes, open to explore areas that were less visible to us when we were bogged down with the daily routine of school, work and other (often fixed) activities. Sometimes we need to take those travelling holidays in the places we think we know in order to break free from old assumptions of what is.

The wildness of the Canadian outdoors, the density of the forest and the wide-open landscapes are something deeply unique to that place in the world: a small tribute to the West Coast.

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Architecture, glass and edges

There was a time where the height restrictions on buildings were pretty strict in order to ensure that the mountain view was not obstructed. Those have since become a lot more ‘lax. However, it continues to amaze me how such strong geometric lines and edges, greenish-blue tinted glass and modern elements of architecture are able to blend in with the city’s bodies of water, mountain views and natural colours. Having said that, the city would definitely benefit from lower buildings, less cranes and more clear perspectives of its nearby natural surroundings.


Not just conveyable colours

But nuanced ones

And colours of a certain place

The sky is different

Mountain silhouettes






Hemispheres but also personalities

Oxygen but also breathing space


Colours of this West Coast place

Temporary and yet always returning

“My colours, my honour, my colours, my all.”