Peregrinations

Robert Service’s cabin, right across the street from Berton House, my home for the next three months.

The Shooting of Dan McGraw

by Robert Service

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up

In the Malamute saloon;

The kid that handles the music-box

Was hitting a jag-time tune;

Back of the bar, in a solo game,

Sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,

And watching his luck was his light-o’-love,

The lady that’s known as Lou.

When out of the night, which was fifty below,

And into the din and the glare,

There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks,

Dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.

He looked like a man with a foot in the grave

And scarcely the strength of a louse,

Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar,

And he called for drinks for the house.

There was none could place the stranger’s face,

Though we searched ourselves for a clue;

But we drank his health, and the last to drink

Was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

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maisonneuvemag:

Our special tenth anniversary issue is on stands across Canada today! Featuring:

—The science of tone deafness
—What really happened at Occupy Toronto
—My father the bank robber
—New fiction by Giller Prize–winner Johanna Skibsrud
—Why Quebecers love Iron Maiden
—The fringe fest goes…

explore-blog:

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby was published 87 years ago today. Above, Coralie Bickford-Smith’s striking cover design for the Penguin classic, falling somewhere between geometric minimalism and Victorian wallpaper.

The Great American Novel

I am blogging for the Dawson City International Short Film Festival and saw a fabulous “Buried Treasure” called The Herd last night.

You’re invited.

Icicles in the frozen Yukon River.

lemuriapop:

Buffalo Central Terminal. It’s creepy, beautiful and abandoned. (Taken with instagram)

So many neat under appreciated buildings in Buffalo.

(via titularhumour)

martaiwanek:

Fabio Cacciatore sits with his dog Max in downtown Toronto.

Love this.

This is the opening spread for my article in the new issue of Maisonneuve, which is on newsstands this week. Please pick up a copy and support a great Canadian magazine.

The Dempster Highway runs from just outside Dawson City, Yukon, to Inuvik, NWT (further to Tuktoyaktuk in the winter). On Sunday, I did 150 km of it. Every view is worth a photo, but here is just one.

My home for the next three months: Berton House in Dawson City, Yukon. Pierre Berton grew up here and now four authors a year get to enjoy living and writing in it, courtesy of the Writer’s Trust.

Barcelona mirrors

This Caddy, which I found on a street in the Bywater neighbourhood of New Orleans, has seen better days.

Beads on a Fence in New Orleans