Someone once rather unkindly described New Zealand of the 1960′s as “The Poland of the South Pacific”.

I’m the kid on the right. It’s early 1963 and we’re fleeing Canada just after the Cuban Missile Crisis. My mother’s French Huguenot blood was finely attuned to the cut and run.

We are headed to the bottom of the world and “The Poland of the South Pacific”. Premature perhaps but now vindicated, I feel, by a growing number of wealthy Americans and Canadians buying citizenship and land, prepping for the end of consumerism and perhaps capitalism, as the waters rise.

Soon I’ll be taking a sentimental journey across Canada, travelling West to East to my homelands of Ontario, Quebec and New Brunswick.

People say – “Oh how lovely. So you’ll be seeing relatives and visiting your old home?”

What do they make of this little introvert when I tell them – “I’m going to Belyea Point to see a lighthouse and perhaps kneel and kiss the ground under my feet.”

– One Kindred Spirit

Kodachrome Slide Transferred to Polaroid Instant Film