Peace
(Sorry, no long-winded speeches with this photo.)
Early yesterday, I had an errand to run that would involve a 45-minute round trip walk, so I decided to take my camera.
Annoyingly, the subject of my errand was not available when I got there (ironically, a photograph) but my little walk ended up being a 2-hour tour of the area.
Over the next couple of days, I will post a selection of the photos taken, but here’s the first batch: The birds and the bugs.
The last week of June each year, the City of Toronto explodes with colour and excitement as the fever of inclusion takes over the city. It’s another Pride Week.
Gay, straight, budgie…whatever you consider yourself, if you haven’t experienced the pageantry of Toronto Pride Week, you should consider your life cheapened. You should then get your butt to Toronto and party.
Following on the success of Pride Week, however, the other Deadly Sins have petitioned for their own festivals.
Greed Week is slated to run over two weeks and its organizers are actively petitioning for a third.
Wrath Week got pissed at everyone and so plans to do its own thing.
Planning for Envy Week has been difficult as organizers keep asking for the date to be moved because they feel the other Sins got better dates.
Lust Week started slow and gentle but really built up a head of steam before petering out.
Avarice Week demanded the largest budget and still refused to control its expenses.
Sadly, Sloth Week just never really took off.
(Note: Photo is property of Pride Toronto and is used without permission.)
One thing I love about signs is they can say so much more than the words written on them. Whether there is a subtext within the words or it is simply a matter of context, each sign tells a story that you might not see at first glance.
PS I just realized that a lie (li) takes you from “obvious” to “oblivious”…lovin’ me some words today.
And then there are those photos that just refuse to be categorized in any way.
Enjoy.
I am slowly developing an increasing appreciation for interesting buildings, or at least elements of buildings.
Toronto doesn’t have the most interesting architecture–our staid Scottish roots, no doubt–but you can find some interesting moments here and there.
Enjoy.
Not a ton of animal photos from this trip as my interest was more beach, people and places.
That being said, I was excited to see the adaptability of some of the local critters, including the nesting habits of sparrows at the local water treatment plant, which itself looks like something out of a Bond film, and the sheer joy of some dogs playing at the water’s edge.
Enjoy.
It seems that it is official…Spring has finally arrived in the megalopolis in the middle of the Great White North (or Toronto for those keeping track).
Drawn to the sunshine like many of my cave-dwelling brethren, I surfaced with my camera earlier today and share some of the activities my other trogs were up to.
Oh, and if you ever had to know, it takes about 5 hours to take a leisurely walk across one quarter of Toronto’s waterfront.
Seven words
The lifespan of a conversation never had
Pain unrecognized invalidated
Anger unexpressed unbearable
Disappointment ingrained unappeased
Sadness unutterable unrelenting
Despair intolerable unfathomable
Acceptance impossible unreachable
Hope unthinkable unrealistic
I am sorry that I hurt you
Seven words
The Five Man Electrical Band missed the point when they wrote: “Signs, Signs, Everywhere there’s signs. Blocking out the scenery. Breaking my mind.”
So much more than identifications or directive missives, signs can be amazing mystical things.
They can be unintentionally funny or provocative. They can hold hidden messages. They can bring wisdom.
Can’t you read the signs?
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