Montreal House - Peterborough, ON Feb. 2010
“Meanwhile the blond young fugitive sat in the same way; every now and then Gene leaned out of his Buddhistic trance over the rushing dark plains and said something tenderly in the boy’s ear. The boy nodded. Gene was taking care of him, his moods and his fears. I wondered where the hell they would go and what they would do. They had no cigarettes. I sqaundered my pack on them, I loved them so.” – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
- More photos from our recent trips can be found right here. We’re crafting little GIF animations as well- we’ll post them soon!
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