taking the 'Philosophers Walk' shortcut

another photo for my "waiting for james" series

Riding my bike downtown + relaxing on patio in the evening sun after a winter trapped inside = so much happiness. This is a good place to be.

airport waiting

easter

moving, moving, moving

Was just thinking about it, I travelled a lot last year:

US

Croatia

Cuba

UK

Finland

India


I'm forgetting somewhere, it's driving me crazy. Already miss India, have been missing it for months and months and months. Chicago next week, maybe it will suffice?

ok. i admit it.

The energy and constant vigilance needed every single second of every single day to keep being ok is exhausting.

And I'm so tired.

kensington market

Good Friday comes with memories attached. Today was a great day anyhow.

labyrinth

not a morning passes

I'm up at 5am each morning and out of the house by 5.30 to head to the yoga studio. As I drive I pass clusters of people huddled in the dark, shoulders turned in against the cold, waiting at bus stops for our crappy transit system to take them where they need to go.

Not a morning passes that I don't look at them and wonder what kind of job they're going to, how far they're going, and how many hours the commute by bus adds to their day. Not a morning passes that I don't think of the fact that I did nothing to earn the car that I'm driving, it was given to me. Not a morning passes that I don't think of my cushy job obtained, in part, by an education I didn't have to pay for.

Not a morning passes that I don't think of how it's just a blip of fate that I'm not the one waiting for a bus in the freezing cold at 5.30am and thank my lucky stars at how very, very lucky I am.

all of it?

I've been walking by this store for over ten years, I used to live right around the corner from it, to this day I have *no* idea what they do. You might think that the sewing machines would give it away but no, they're just part of a mad mix of machines and tools gathered together in one great big jumble of "stuff".

Whatever it is they do, at least we know it's done on the premises...

evolution of a cry

two friends

My anchor, my rock, my soul-sister-friend. I'd be lost without her...

walls

weekend wandering III

Backstreet wandering...

weekend wandering II

Sidestreet wandering....

weekend wandering I

Getting Started...

coffee

Saturday it rained. The nice kind of rain, the atmospheric kind. I spent the morning wandering, coffee in hand, through the park with a friend and his dog before leaving to meet another friend for a coffee. Coffee number two lasted for hours in a cozy cafe over a worn wooden table before we decided we needed a change of scenery and we made our way to another cafe for more of the same.

Other things are going on but I prefer to think of this: a day spent wandering, bundled up in scarves, hats and gloves, from coffee shop to coffee shop buried in good conversation. Perfect.

boundless joy

down by the water

Incredibly, impossibly cold but yesterday's brilliant sun was enough to tempt people all over the city out of their homes and into the streets to enjoy the light. It was a good day to wander along the lakeshore.