Toronto — Imagine this building, if you will, covered in icicles. Not the tiny, sharp, mundane ones that form on the eavestroughs of houses. No, these were mighty. Giants of their kind. As thick as your head, ...
Toronto — Up until March, this site across the street from my building was a busy parking lot. Fences arrived first, and it was all downhill from there. When I leased this apartment last summer, it was after a...
Toronto — I want to send this to all my friends. I’m not good at keeping in touch, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten you.
Rainy Winter City
The random cards have upped the ante... Or changed the game.
Playing cards just keep turning up
Patient pup guards the parish
When does a book cease to be a book?
Found: Emotional Brilliance
Objects found while walking the dog: n+3
Love your city.
The best photos I never took.
It's just a little leak. It's just been a little cold.
Objects found while walking the dog: n+2 in a series.
Flickering gas and glittering steel: winter nights in the market.
Architecture worth preserving? That is the expensive question.
Further to the lighthouse debate...
Objects Found on the Ground While Walking the Dog: n+1 in a series.
Graffiti wisdom and yearning
Don't forget me when I'm gone...
Daybreak over the not-so-sleepy city.
Move day. Goodbye, construction site of strange fascination.
It's Saturday. They had to refuel and now they've found a clay layer.
Decorated for a forgotten holiday...
Things they have unearthed: a pet rock, and a rusty tank.
Even condos must be planted deep in the earth before they can sprout.
Maybe there's a personal ritual behind this. Maybe it's art. Or a protest of service.
Love the strange new build and preserved red brick.
Mornings start when they do, from now until we move.
I have done my city a disservice, comparing its architecture unfavourably to others.
Art Deco meets Brutalism?
Maybe, just maybe, we can start to believe in Spring.
King of the Ice Fields, Lord of the Frostbanks.
Too early for Spring flowers, but the cranes have been breeding in the snow.
Remnants of a holiday in the subway gutters. Did the flowers go over well, or were they a third rail?
Makes such a difference to leave the office while the sky is still light. Maybe we've turned the winter corner.
Until only the guts remain.
Tell me a story, he said. Make it romantic, enduring... and frozen, like this bud.
And for one crystal clear moment, I don't hate Winter.
Rare Winter sunbeam dappling the ancient office floor.
UFO in the snow.
Love this echo of Ontario Place. Some of the best street art hides ugly utility boxes.
? I keep expecting something to happen every time I pass this corner.
We had a real frost last night. Everything is coated in tiny crystals. Frost-rimed. Don't mind the glowing dog.
Making jokes about our reasons for returning items to IKEA. We thought they'd fit the new apartment, but...
Remnants of first city snowfall, carried in on 40km/h winds and bitter cold.
Old City Hall tolls the hour. I'm late. I'm late. But still the morning city fascinates.
My other downtown hobby: collecting Toronto Dreams Postcards.
Not so different from downtown, really.
When we talk about facadism, this is what we mean.
Remnant of another era
Moss and rust. Too much rain.
Fascinating mish-mash of architectural details: why the fortress-like roof edge?
On my way to work. Pass this gorgeous sight every morning until the leaves go.
Late roses tell of season's strangeness.
These two buildings sit side by side. Wonder if the inn was still open when the meat packers moved in.
Suddenly, random art interrupts your lunchtime routine.
Bright copper against a dull sky. How long before it turns green as the vines reaching for it?
Keeping an eye on the city.
This tree is a rebel. Or maybe the source of gravitonium.
Tempted by IM3 LEGO. Dummy! With coffee pot! Pepper on the Mark 42! But I resist.
Strange skyline in a city full of growing pains. We think we're older than we are.
Typical Toronto skyline.
Lunch. Guys at next table talking software dev cycles and need for better project management and visibility. Implementing Agile.
The joy of IKEA as-is: disassembling furniture so you can reassemble it at home.
#you are in a labyrinth. But aren't we always?
Last time I walked by, there was a temple here. Now there are only the bones of the earth.
Walking along Jarvis after the bike lanes were removed made her skittish; Richmond West is infinitely worse. :(
Ghost Tower in the night. ...there's a story in there.