Grenadier Pond, High Park, Toronto

As the last days of summer plummet into autumn in Toronto, I decided to make a pilgrimage across town to High Park, a vast wooded acreage (hectarage?) in the city’s West end. Where I expected to wander the woods, however, I ended up spending almost all of my time along the shores of Grenadier Pond.

For a little of the mythology of Grenadier Pond (and those pesky invading Americans), there’s a nice piece in the Toronto Standard.

Winding woods

Taking a mini-vacation and so started with a slow wander through a wooded ravine near home.

Park near home – Part Two

And the further adventures of a man with a camera…and a supermoon-lit night.

 

Park near home – Part One

That is, a park near home…not a request that you park your car near your home.

No special reason for these photos (and the next batch) other than I needed some exercise.

Gone buggy

Another beautiful Friday afternoon in my neighbourhood means another day to haul the camera out .

A few exo-skeletoned flappers from Toronto’s The Beaches district.

Beaches Jazz Festival – Toronto

This weekend is the 26th Annual Beaches International Jazz Festival in the east end of Toronto, an oddly named celebration of eclectic music of all origins and stripes…not just jazz. In fact, in two years that I have visited this festival, I have yet to hear jazz more than 10% of the time.

Nonetheless, it is a very well attended party that keeps me largely locked in my home for three nights as it takes up 20+ blocks of street closures.

After being coerced into the melee by a couple of friends today, I offer the following images.

Day at the Beach – Not Feathers

Birds seemed to be my primary focus on Sunday while I wandered the boardwalk in the east end of Toronto.

Today, it is the grand compilation of everybody else.

See also: Day at the Beach – Feathers

Day at the Beach – Feathers

So, despite some early morning rain, Sunday ended up being a beautiful hot day in Toronto. And where better to spend such a day than wandering the boardwalk along Lake Ontario in the east end of the city.

At first, I wondered where the hell everyone was…the beach was almost deserted. Had traffic and construction finally gotten the better of everyone? And then it dawned on me: World Cup!

The day got that much more beautiful.

I’ll have another set of photos tomorrow, but here are some images of the birds that came out to play. Not all are technically wonderful photos…mostly a sign of how bright it was, how far off the birds were and/or how much I still have to learn about using my camera.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy.

See also: Day at the Beach – Not Feathers