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Looking across the river in Chicago. I love how the buildings rise on either side of the river, just like canyon walls. You can see a wonderful mix of the old and the new in the architectural styles of the buildings here. There's everything from the ornate buildings of early in the 20th century up to today's simple, clean boxes. I'd love to go to Chicago again - it was a lot of fun to wander around.
When I look at this, I see a wood spirit - you can see a knee, a foot, a torso, and a neck, if you squint the right way. When we were walking through the woods in the Bruce Peninsula, I was struck, repeatedly, by the incredibly daunting task it must have been to cut a road through the woods from Tobermory down to Wiarton. It would have been solid, mature forest, hard rock, and it would have taken ages to build.
Different choices, different worlds, passing each other by on McCaul street.
Can you guess what city this theater is in?
Every year, for my birthday, we go on a photowalk. Usually, we end up going somewhere around the city that I've never gone. This year, we headed down to Liberty Village to see what's there. It's a formerly industrial area now turned into offices, restaurants and such. The building in the middle of the shot is called the Vogue Supperclub. I have no idea if they still need the tall smokestack, but it's definitely a distinctive part of the neighbourhood.
It's kind of creepy to have a giant Marilyn head staring at you as you wait for the next streetcar. I mean - it feels like she's staring at me when I'm in this shelter. And she's larger than life size, too. I suppose it could be worse - it could be Don Cherry. (heh)
Frozen berries wait for the spring. The bush was lush and full in the summer, but in winter, the bare branches and hanging berries hold only the promise of greenery. Everything seems so grey and dull in the winter, but spring is just around the corner.
More summer playground equipment waiting for spring to arrive. Could you play baseball in the winter? Probably not. I remember a few times playing in late fall where the crack of the bat was followed by a curse as the vibrations stung cold hands. And at this point of the year, the infield would not be fun to slide on. I guess we're better off sticking to games like hockey, and sports like skiing.
Looking at this picture, I wonder which came first - the ivy or the electrical cables. Given the age of some of the buildings on the campus, it could be a tossup. There are some serious quantities of ivy on the walls of U of T, and it seems to like to go underneath the exterior conduit. I have to think that ivy will damage the walls, given enough time, but it seems to be tremendously popular on old buildings.
Construction continues throughout the winter, all around Toronto. I often find myself wondering what it's like to work high up in a new building during the cold - do you feel it more up there? It's got to be somewhat awe inspiring to see a storm swirling around you while you're 300 feet up from the street, and to feel the wind and snow pelting you as you work in the open air. I know that I wouldn't want to do that work, but I certainly appreciate the folks that do it.
Happy New Year, folks! Did you celebrate the arrival of 2011 in style? Did you go out partying, or stay home with family? Did you stay up till after midnight, or did you go to bed earlier? The new year stretches ahead of us, filled with possibilities, lined with milestones and events. I hope all of you have a wonderful year.
Nothing says Bay Street like tall buildings lining each side of the street. However, the tall buildings have the wonderful effect of channeling the wind rather spectacularly. Just after taking this picture, my new hat was blown right off my head, and I ended up chasing it across 4 lanes of traffic. Lesson learned - when it's windy, and you want to take pictures - leave the hat at home.
I love the look of the ceiling in this place. The way the light streams in just makes me happy. I have to come down here more often and get shots - I bet it's wonderful early in the morning.
Looking up at the TD Tower from Bay Street. So much money. So many buildings. So much wind.
I love this old truck in the Distillery District. It's all rusted and rough textured, and it suits the architecture so much. Yeah, I know, the Distillery sometimes comes off as a tremendously expensive tourist trap. And I know, the shops there are very specialized and snooty - but the artists that have rented space there do some seriously interesting stuff. It's worth checking out.
Sometimes, it's surprising what turns up in your camera. I remember taking this shot, and I remember actually trying to get a shot of the skateboarder coming up behind her. But this one turned out better, so there you go.
Another shot from our trip to Casa Loma back in August.
I saw him waiting to cross, and all I could think was - what a great album cover that would make.
Cigarette package left on the bed of the truck carrying new rails for TTC Streetcar line on Coxwell.
Do you think that he feels more real when he lights up? More solid? I never smoked, but I imagine that taking that first puff on a newly lit cigarette makes you feel more solid, more you.
I found these, sitting on the sidewalk on my way to work, and my mind immediately filled with questions. Where did these come from? How long were they here? How did they get flattened? So many questions, from such a simple thing.
Talking on the phone in public - it's become ubiquitous. Everybody does it, everywhere. When did we decide that it was okay to inflict our conversations on everybody else? And when will people decide that they don't want others to hear their conversations?
In the last week, I've heard people cussing each other out on the phone, arranging medical care, arranging social gatherings, and just catching up with each other - all on cellphones, on the streetcar. I have to admit, I have done it too - I get phone calls and talk, not paying attention to what's going on around me, who is listening, who is trying not to listen. It's a different social dynamic now, and I'm sure that it's going to keep changing.
I love the latticework of wires above the intersection here. In the future, when Toronto gets more surface rail traffic, will it be powered by the same network of wires? I have to confess - I like the streetcars in Toronto. Sure, they can be quite a hassle to drive behind, and I tend to take alternate routes to get around them. But they carry a ton of passengers compared to buses, they act as anchors to the streets equipped to carry them, and they're far less expensive to maintain, from what I've heard. I'd like to see more streetcars in downtown, and less cars.
Gotta love the warm weather - I'm so glad that summer's almost here. Picnic benches are a staple of the summer, and discussions like this one are common while the sun is out. Sunshine, summer, friends and discussions...
Walking away from work at the end of the day.
I got this shot as a pipe band marched by. I have to confess, I love the sound of a pipe band. There's something about the bagpipes that just makes me happy, so when this band showed up, I really enjoyed listening. But I can't decide - do I like the colour version or the black and white? Both are wonderful, but for different reasons. What do you think, folks?
Making a phone call in the Eaton Center, after Earth Hour. It's creepy inside the Eaton Center at night, when the power's mostly off, and all the stores - and bathrooms - are closed.
Taken just beside the Village by the Grange. I always find myself wondering if the street bends like this because it used to be two streets that didn't quite meet, or if there was some geographical feature that it used to have to go around, but now is missing.
How quintessentially seventies are the tunnels in Spadina Station? It's incredibly evocative of the era, and every time I go through there, I feel like I'm back in high school, exploring the city via the subway system. Spadina Station was opened in two parts - the first in 1966, servicing the Bloor Line, and the rest in 1978, servicing the Yonge Line. You can see the different tiles on the left side of the picture, where the moving walkways used to be - according to Wikipedia, these were removed in 2004.
It started to snow, very lightly, while we were at Black Creek. It made me think about how people would have had to deal with the snow and mud in those days. No paved roads, no cobblestone, just packed dirt and mud. But it looks pretty here, doesn't it?
Angie and I went to Black Creek Pioneer Village to celebrate her birthday this year. It's always a jolt to realize how far we've come - we have central heating, electricity, lights, and so many more conveniences than they had back in the 1840s. It is likewise a jolt to think that a stove like this one would be used, not only for cooking, but for heating a room during depths of winter. Fortunately, after the visit we were able to return to our nice, warm home, and turn on the lights, and enjoy all the conveniences of the 21st century.
He's got everything he needs for the commute home.
We stopped in this small town while on photo safari. The building in the foreground is the storage area for a local artist. There's not much to the town itself, however - except some wonderful butter tarts across the street.
Is he on his way to a gig? Is he coming from an audition? Where is he headed to?
Okay - I admit it. I head to hot dog stands from time to time, when I'm working downtown. Some of my fondest memories are of coming to the city to work, and having these vendors on (it seemed) every other corner selling sausages. It was such a change for me, having previously grown up in a small town, and having worked in the suburbs. Even today, I get cravings for a hot Polish or Italian sausage with all the fixings on top, and I have to go indulge.
Love this statue displayed on the south west side of the AGO.
My delightful daughter, giving me a long suffering glare, sort of. You'd think, with a shutterbug like my fiance in her life, she'd be used to having a camera shoved in her face every time she looked around. But I still get glared at when I take too many pictures of her.
Okay, so he's not really a boy any more. He's not quite a man, either. And somehow, he looks completely at home in that tree.
Another empty storefront, late at night. This one seemed best in black and white.
Oh, but it poured that day. The skies opened up, and a torrent came down upon us. I was happily dry, taking pictures underneath my umbrella, while this poor guy struggled across the street in the rain.
Lonely dead tree in Prince Edward County. The whole area is old Loyalist territory, and the villages and towns have been there for over two hundred years now - much longer than this tree has been there.
Waiting at the Starbucks at Queen and John, again. I'm always by there, so I tend to see interesting people waiting for someone or something. In this case, I just loved his hat.
Setting up a camera outside the CP24 studios on Queen. Looks like he's ready to go. I was going to call this "City Cameraman", but it's not City TV any more. I miss the old City TV vibe. This mix of Rogers and CTV ownership just doesn't have the same connection - now the individual channels come across as just-another-conglomerate-station. Ah well - life is change.
Flash patrols his front porch as we walk by. Every day, he sits and guards the approach to the house, greeting dogs and humans alike.
Waiting for concrete to pour - you have to be patient. You can speed it up by adding water, but then the mix is too runny. If you don't have enough water, it won't pour, it'll roll out of the mixer. These guys seem to have it pretty much right.
Detail of the entrance to Old City Hall. I have to say that some of these faces don't look too happy at all. Why doesn't architecture these days include details like this? Is it only because of costs? I like these details - they make the building more interesting, and they project a character onto it.
Another vintage auto - this time on King Street. They're all coming out of the woodwork, now that the warm, drier weather is here.
While I was waiting for the streetcar, this beautiful car pulled up beside me at the light. You know, as environmentally incorrect as these behemoths were, there's something that pulls me towards them when I see them. The warm, sunny weather has arrived, and now we're starting to see more and more vintage cars coming out of winter storage. I can't wait to get pictures of more of them.
It's not a bank any more - now it's home to a fashion designer. But doesn't the architecture just scream permanence and stability? The Canadian Bank of Commerce doesn't exist any more - it merged with the Imperial Bank of Canada to become the CIBC that we all know and love.
I saw this guy at the top of the stairs to Osgoode Station, making a call before he gets on the subway, I'd guess.
I dunno what they were so intent on, but these two were deep in conversation as I passed by.
Streetcar at Queen and Broadview
Standing on the ventilation grates at City Hall.
Taken on a Friday night on Queen Street
It was just a little bit breezy as I passed the Eaton Center today.
This is the clocktower on the library at the corner of Queen St and Saulter. The building is one of those leftovers from an age where buildings were supposed to convey a feeling, instead of just show how efficient they are.
I had to drop by the St. Lawrence Market the other night, and I arrived there just as they were getting ready to close up for the day. It's *so* different to see the place without many people in it. I love shopping at St. Lawrence Market - you can find all kinds of different foods, usually from more than one place. Witteveen's is a great butcher shop, with some truly awesome stuffed pork chops and pork roasts. On a Saturday morning, this hallway will be lined with people waiting to be served, and filled with people going from one area to another in the market.
A fire truck races past as I wait for the streetcar to arrive. I think it's a pumper truck, but I'm not sure - I never really was one of those kids that wanted to be a fireman when I was young. (Of course, I'm only 5' 9" tall, so I'm a little bit short for that anyways, so it worked out in the end. )
I took yesterday off of work, and spent a big chunk of the time tramping around High Park. It was warm, and the snow was "angry" according to my darling fiance, who joined me on my birthday photowalk. I loved the way that these flowers poked up out of the snow that covered their garden.
I saw this guy while I was doing last minute Christmas shopping, on his way somewhere else. I hope that everyone reading had a wonderful holiday, and a happy New Year.
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Waiting for the lights to change on Queen Street.
On my way home, the other day, I noticed the maintenance cover in the sidewalk. I didn't know that Allstream advertised on the street that way.
Checking messages outside the City TV building at Queen and John.
I love the look of this building - it's like the outer skin has been peeled away, leaving the connectors and fastenings exposed to view for the first time.
More sunset at Ashbridges Bay. These two young men were busy playing Frisbee in the water - when they came out I caught them, and the boats behind them.
A nice sunny day in Toronto, on Queen Street East - in black and white. Looks like he's been there for a while. I wonder if he's waiting for someone, or just hanging out.
I loved the stance, waiting for the streetcar at Queen and John.
I took this on our trip on Saturday from the Junction down to Queen and Roncesvalles. I love the feel of the neighborhood on Roncesvalles Ave, in Toronto's west end. It's a wonderful mix of shops, mostly local, without too many big name stores. I keep hoping that Leslieville will develop some more of the same spirit.
Waiting for traffic at Civello on Queen Street.
'51 Studebaker, parked across the street from my place. I love the look of old cars. They had style - no fuel efficiency and terrible aerodynamics, but lots of style.
This rail bridge passes over Spadina Road, just north of Dupont. Spadina actually dips below it, to be accurate. I loved the play of light and dark in the original image, and it turned out great in black and white.
She's growing up. Taken while we waited for the streetcar to take us to the subway, so we could get errands done. She's changing every day - growing into the woman she's going to be. Hopefully, I can survive her growing up - she's already a brat.
Taken while I installed Windows XP on his PC, right after he blinked while I was taking another picture. How is it that I can set a 10 second delay, with a 1/5 second shutter speed, and still, he blinks JUST as the shutter clicks. Also seen on Flickr
I found this sign on Eastern Avenue, just east of the railway bridge near our house. From across the street, I wasn't able to read it, but up close, you can see what it used to say.