Street Protest, Toronto

Street protests are a feature of life in a big city. The group that was protesting Congolese politics was much better behaved than the G20 protestors - at least while they were walking down Queen Street.

Fire Hall, Richmond Hill

Hot Dog Stand, Queen & University

Candle in Dorm Room

Many years ago, decades ago even, I was a young student living away from home for the very first time. Because I was by nature a shy and retiring sort, I spent my evenings studying my text books or reading one of the numerous interesting volumes I found whilst exploring the stacks of the university library.

When 9:00 rolled around, I closed the books for an hour so that I could listen to Ideas on the CBC. I'd light a candle, extinguish the fluorescent lights, and lose myself for an hour in a world of new discoveries. At the end of the hours, I'd blow out the candle, turn on my lights, and resume my studies.

I miss those days sometime.

Over the Top

Today is Remembrance Day. Each time I attend the cenotaph ceremonies, my mind thinks of two things: my former neighbour Al, who served in the Royal Canadian Navy in World War II, and the 600,000 Canadians who served in the Great War.

Autumn in Ontario

Human Hamster Tube, St. Michael's Hospital, Toronto

How I Spent My Tuesday Night

In the words of that great American philospher, Homer Simpson, "Mmmmm, cinnamon buns."

Baking Decorations

Oh No -- I'm an Electrical Outlet!

A Matter of Perspective

I know it is no great discovery, but sometimes our ability to see things is hindered by where we stand. Take the following case, for example.

I have been going for lunch hour walks for over a year, and one of my regular routes takes me down Dundas Street through Chinatown. This is what I normally see:

A little while ago, I varied from my routine and walked on the north side of the street. Because I was not not looking straight ahead, I noticed things I had never seen before:

In particular, I noticed the moose above the restaurant sign. As you can tell, the moose is rather large, yet it never registered until I looked at it from across the street. Now that I know it's there, I can hardly believe that I never noticed it. After all, it's not exactly hiding in the woods:

I suppose I shouldn't feel too bad -- the moose seems admirably camouflaged to hide in Chinatown.

Still Life - Oranges in Copper Bowl

P.A.G.P.

R.I.P.

1935-2011

This is one of my favourite photographs of my father. I know it's not a particularly good photo, but it was a fun day. Whenever I see it, I remember him wandering around the fairgrounds and watching the work horses. For a few brief minutes, it was as if he'd been transported back to the early '40s when he was a boy on a farm in south-eastern Saskatchewan.

I'll miss him.

Tenth Floor

North York Ginza - Way Cool Tattoos

I am a sucker for neon lights. I know it's tacky and garish, but I find myself drawn to neon signs like iron filings are drawn to a magnet. God help me if I ever make it to Vegas or Tokyo. Who knows how many photographs I would take?

Sunset, Newmarket

Fire Trucks, 3 AM

And So It Begins Again

I feel like blogging again. Or rather, I feel like posting pictures once in a while. I'm not sure it's the same thing. I don't know why I have this need to foist my ideas on the world, but I do.

World: you have been warned!