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To my iPad via fingers, or to the city and country via my cameras, I'm a tethered writer whose muses are Robertson Davies, Kurt Vonnegut, and any small, light, reasonably sharp prime lens that will fit on the F-mount. That bloke that tumbled on King Street's tramway, scattering his bicycle, laptop, camera, and lenses? That geezer who got soaked to the bone under a winter tidal wave in Hokkaido? That bloke hiking across southern Sweden's rolly terrain? That's me.