Political Correctness Goes Down the Hole

Dreaming

Multiple exposure using the coloured flash on a Holga 120 CFN

Windows

Not a photograph but a poem I wrote to accompany a series of John's images:

windows


open wide
lean out
look around
take in the world
and smile

shut the curtains
lean back
imagine
what’s outside
make a plan
stick to it

you
are
here

Violinist

I snapped this young man rehearsing for a public dance perfomance just off Trinity Square in the Distillery District. This was one of those moments of perfect. The colour harmony is pure chance. He happened to be wearing a green army-surplus jacket and his skin tone and the colour of his violin happened to mesh perfectly with the brick background in the fading sunlight.

Mission Control

It's not all play. The fabulous life of a freelance writer/photographer also involves mundane (and much-feared) administrative tasks. On this rainy day I've spent a good chunk of the morning on the phone and online taking care of things like domain-name renewals, invitations to our upcoming photography shows Industrial Symphony and Heavy Water, equipment rentals, restaurant reservations (for an entirely different event) and bill payments.

This is the perfect time to look back to a brighter day. A few weeks back I snapped this observation tower on Cherry Street that looks out over Lake Ontario. I love its design. The staircase is also the support pillar and this reminds me of the sci-fi inspired structures I used to scribble in the margins of my notebooks as a child.

Cherry Street Bridge

It's a gorgeous day here in Toronto and it will be a balmy 27 degrees Celsius, which would be a fine temperature in mid-July but it's way too hot for the end of April. But hey kids, there's no such thing as global warming, it's just a commie myth designed to guilt you out of your God-given right to consume. Here's some detail from the Cherry Street Bridge taken on a similar (but much cooler) sunny day, a few weeks back.

When Spring Rolls Around...

My thoughts turn to motorcycles. In an ideal world (i.e. free of pollution and road rage), this BMW 1150 GS would be my transportation of choice. I would like nothing more than to spend long lazy days exploring the twisting back roads of this and other continents.