A couple weeks ago, a couple of my best CreComm pals and I tackled a school assignment for a travel project and ventured off into the great unknown. We learned how to live in the wild, how to skin a bear and encountered many matters of journalistic integrity. Okay, no, we didn’t. But Erin, Riley, Claire and I did do Kenora and we visited the Brewery, got close to some deer, almost died on train tracks, and subsequently, got some good shots. And we stayed in a creepy, circa 1950 motel (which we later coined Murder Motel) and made friends with the cleaning lady. And it was awesome.
And because walls can’t talk, I’ll let my camera do the talking