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.

Where Have I Been?

These past twenty days, I've been to Montreal twice (for Marillion Weekend and Greek Orthodox Easter), taken close to 900 photographs for my upcoming Industrial Symphony exhibition, written web copy, ad copy, artist statements, researched the documentary I'm writing, attended an Artscape tenants' meeting and even had time to socialize . Where I haven't been is Buffalo to see the Dead (who still rock despite the absence of Jerry Garcia) or the inside of a cinema. So, here's a completely random shot that has nothing to do with any of the above:



Taken in Mexico, this young man had a Socrates quote tatooed on his right shoulder and the smoking baby from Van Halen's 1984 album cover on his left. Talk about cultural range! I believe his name is Jordan but I could be wrong. (This is why one should always complete a trip diary while one is travelling and not two months after the fact.)

Deplaning

Landing at San Juan International Airport in Los Cabos, Mexico in early February was quite the experience. Not only did we go from cold grey skies to a sunny tropical clime, but we also deplaned on the tarmac, which I'd never done before. Being so close to a row a airliners absolutely thrilled me, after all, I'm a kid when it comes to machines that go fast. I snapped this shot of our jet as we were entering the terminal and scanned it from film. I just love how shiny the plane is. I realize I'm being silly, but so what? Airplanes are just plain cool.