I walked home the other night, in the daylight-savings-time early evening darkness, with sidewalks still strewn with leaves. I felt like a little kid swishing through boot-deep mounds, the lovely sound of all that thrashing and rustling, the lingering pleasure of a lasting autumn.
While Toronto has an assortment of very fine galleries and a bevy of smaller galleries, I'm convinced the whole city is a gallery. And I don't simply mean the architecture, the built form of the city or the design of the urban landscape (which is a beautiful thing on its own). I mean, quite literally,… Continue reading Friday photos – the city is a gallery
Cue up Vivaldi (the "Danza Pastorale," aka, Concerto No. 3 in F major, or more commonly known as "Autumn") and the Four Seasons. It's fall and where I'm living there's a slow explosion of colour (unlike the variation on dun that I've gotten used to the past years). Interesting to… Continue reading Friday photos
Spent the unofficial last day of summer getting ready for the September season, a little biking in High Park, kicking back along the lakefront, seeing who would win the ice cream war - me or the heat (I did but barely), and watching the snowbirds put an exclamation point on summer 2012. A few images… Continue reading Friday photos – so long summer!
Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there. Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek Once you see it, you never see it the same again. Who knew car washes could be briefly beautiful art installations?
Ah summer, it feels like we're just getting familiar again. I love having you around. You sure know how to serve up a good time - carnivals and carousels, pools and cafe patios, lazy lounges on the lawn, tan lines, street and folk festivals, cricket chirps, iced coffees, garden produce, rope swings into a lake, barefoot strolls… Continue reading Friday photos
No good work is done anywhere without aid from the Father of Lights. C.S. Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms
Roaming down the beach at a leisurely pace is our after-dinner ritual during holidays at the cottage, romping, splashing, staring and strolling until the sun sets on the day. The clouds have been particularly amazing to me this year. These cirrocumulus clouds were like a cotton-patch in the sky. Or a come-to-life French Impressionist painting. But… Continue reading Friday photos
Lilias Trotter writes a beautiful line about the dandelion gone to seed. That fragile, little geodesic-like dome of seeds is a lovely image of the life we're called to live, to give away for the sake of others. She writes: the dandelion globe ... is marked by detachment. There is no sense of wrenching; it stands… Continue reading Friday photos
I miss the mountains. City life in Toronto is outstanding. I'm still smiling everytime I come out of the Spadina St. subway station into the city, feeling the energy, diversity and vibrant life all around me here. But I miss mountains. For the past 20 years of my… Continue reading I need a mountain – Friday photos
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