I can't wait for the warm weather to return - walking through the snow can be very depressing, don't you think?
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I can't wait for the warm weather to return - walking through the snow can be very depressing, don't you think?
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?
Oh, but it was cold that day. The water was frozen over the small bay at Cherry Beach, but it didn't stop people from walking their dogs down there. With spring coming soon, consider this a little reminder of what we're saying goodbye to for a year.
One of the harder things about winter biking is finding a parking spot. And leaving the bike to go do something can lead to snow cover. Of course, this guy left his bike here for several days in a row.
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. )
You know, before I started taking the streetcar to work every day, I never realized that they had to do anything to the tracks in bad weather. In this picture, you can see one worker pouring antifreeze into the switch, and the other is sweeping slush and crud out of the mechanism.
I had to run up to College and University at lunchtime the other day. On my way there, I was waiting for the northbound Spadina streetcar to come by. This one, heading southbound, caught my eye. Those things get filthy on a winter day, don't they? How'd you like the job of washing them on a regular basis? Somebody's doing it, because there's no way that, on a day like this, something driving through the muck and slush that's all over those tracks is going to stay THAT clean for long.
A winter garden blows in the breeze, waiting for spring to arrive.
Walking dogs through High Park.
I have no idea who the sculptor is, but we found this on our walk through High Park. I'd never been to High Park before, and it was wonderful to tramp around through the woods on a warm winter day. Of course, the very next day, it dropped to -18 Celsius, plus wind chill, and I wanted to spend the whole day indoors.
Fixing a teapot on the sidewalk of John Street, across from my work. I've been intrigued by welding for a while now, as it seems almost magical - attaching one piece of metal to another, making something new, or fixing something broken. Looks like this guy has a completely pragmatic approach to it, though. Not a lot of extras involved at all.
Malcolm, standing and waiting for us to finish our photowalk.
More from the Leslie Street Spit.
A lot of people don't like the new addition to the Royal Ontario Museum. I kinda like it, myself. It makes the (previously) boring building a little bit different, a bit more unique.
You know, the TTC works remarkably well during snowstorms in Toronto. It took me about 35 minutes to get home - when it normally takes me about 15 minutes. But the streetcar kept moving, it was warm, (if crowded), and best of all - I didn't have to do the driving. Thanks, TTC - keep up the good work.
It was very peaceful after the snowfall. If you listened in the silence, you could hear winter settling in like a relative visiting for the holidays. For a little while, you're glad to see them. But soon, you just wish they'd frickin' leave already.
Taken at the corner of Queen and Broadview. Our neighbourhood BIA likes to spruce the streets up a little bit as the holidays approach. Just after they did that, we got a bit of snow to make everything look just that much prettier.
What is it about this picture that draws me in? I look at it, and it intrigues me, but I don't understand why....
I love to see her laugh. Ever since she was a baby, I've been trying to make her laugh. She's growing up so fast, now. Taken at the Toronto Zoo on Easter Friday. Somehow, I don't think she's seeing much through the binoculars - especially when I wouldn't give her money for them.
Where is this person walking to? Where are they coming from? What would I do if I couldn't walk around as easily as I do now? What will I do when I get older, if I can't take care of myself like I do now? These are the questions running through my mind when I took this picture.
I loved the juxtaposition of the child in the background with the tiger on the hill. It was a pretty nice afternoon at the Toronto Zoo, and the tigers actually got up out of their den, and walked around for us.
Saw this couple the other day, taking a stroll along John Street. They're certainly dressed for the cold - although I don't recall that it was particularly cold that day. Everyone reacts differently to the cold. I know people that have to bundle up in layer after layer if the temperature drops below 5 degrees C - and I know people that can walk around in the middle of a blizzard with their coats open.
It's been a long, snowy winter so far. Isn't it almost spring? So why do we keep getting dumped on? Snowstorm after snowstorm - I keep shovelling snow, and it keeps coming back, like a bad reality TV show. I'm ready for some warm temperatures and brown grass - maybe even some green.
Leftovers from someone coffee break - although it looks like they favour tea over coffee.
I don't know what kind of tree this is, but it's had these fuzzy buds on the branches since the leaves fell off. It's taken me a few tries, but I finally managed to get a decent macro shot of them.
Taken with the Canon 75-300mm zoom that I picked up to go with my new camera. It's a great lens for getting candids, even though it feels huge when it's zoomed out to maximum.
I loved seeing the red stems of the plants peeking up out of the snow cover.
Weeds are less hearty than the trees, but they burst forth every year, regardless. Seeing them with snow on them is a reminder, to me, that although things end, they also renew, in time. Also taken on the Leslie Street Spit.
There's something interesting about a tree in winter. It sits and waits - to all intents and purposes, dead. But in spring, it bursts forth with new growth, leaves, and buds. Taken on the Leslie Street Spit on New Year's day
Somewhere, deep inside that warm, warm coat is my darling fiance. We went on a photowalk at the Leslie Street Spit (aka Tommy Thompson Park) on New Year's day, after dropping off the rugrats with their mother. It was cold, and I'd forgotten my gloves, but we got some great shots, nonetheless.
The view from my sundeck. I'm done with the snow now - can we have summer?
Yes, we got dumped on here in Toronto by Mother Nature. A storm from the US has wandered it's way through the area, and the streets are full of snow. It must be winter or something. This poor guy was clearing snow from in front of stores on Queen Street East, and he didn't look too pleased about it.
Every year, it's the same thing - the first snow falls, and everyone forgets how to drive in it. Half the people drive as if they're terrified out of their minds, and the other half drive like there's nothing on the road. Put them together, and you have a guaranteed mess.
Winter has arrived in Toronto. The patio furniture is still out, but it looks so warm inside.
