Chris Marchand

A self-imposed exile, a man with no tolerance for traffic on a quest to plant his flag on the summit of the great rural/urban divide. A spiritual blasphemer, a ten-peckered owl and a shithouse rat. I am all of these things and none of these things and I wrote this all on the toilet. Chris is a writer and photographer based in the middle of nowhere in Northern Canada.

Read Chris’ Blog – Hinterlands