Sunday, June 7, 2009
roadtrip part I
Toronto to Ottawa - 350km of fun.
Windows down, music blaring, so much fun for the first few hours even with Friday traffic stretching a four hour drive into six. Making up dirty lyrics to the Jesus music coming up from the States usually keeps me entertained the whole way there but even this grew stale about four hours in so out came the camera.
Flying down the highway at 140km an hour, one hand on the wheel and the other snapping random, blurry pictures. Good times.




I've arrived :)
Windows down, music blaring, so much fun for the first few hours even with Friday traffic stretching a four hour drive into six. Making up dirty lyrics to the Jesus music coming up from the States usually keeps me entertained the whole way there but even this grew stale about four hours in so out came the camera.
Flying down the highway at 140km an hour, one hand on the wheel and the other snapping random, blurry pictures. Good times.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
my happy place
Between teaching, assisting, practicing and the workshop I'm participating in I've been spending 8-10 hours a day in one yoga studio or another. Stick me anywhere else for that long and I'd be one cranky person but instead I'm completely inspired, jazzed, happy, and so very much in flow.
The things I love most I do for free, and when they become paid it takes the joy out of it. My thoughts about the what and where of my career are taking a different perspective - revisiting the idea of compromising some hours for the joy found in others. And it's all good.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
queen street waiting
Gorgeous summer day after a few cold days of rain. Arrived at the studio early and sat outside watching the world go by, enjoying the anticipation of the Chuck & Maty workshop I've been looking forward to for months, and taking random pictures from my place on the curb.
Bikers, bladers, boarders; streetcars, motorbikes, dumptrucks, firetrucks, police cars; queen street hipsters, dazed yogis, yummy mummys, tourists, 905-ers, and jaded locals. So much to see from my corner of the world.
First picture
Love the person with their elbow hanging out the window. I know that feeling exactly. Such a TTC moment.
Bikers, bladers, boarders; streetcars, motorbikes, dumptrucks, firetrucks, police cars; queen street hipsters, dazed yogis, yummy mummys, tourists, 905-ers, and jaded locals. So much to see from my corner of the world.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
saturday
Almost didn't make it outside today. Had big plans but then the hours slipped by, the couch was snuggled into, books read, and chores left undone when an unexpected nap took over. Before I knew it it was dinnertime. Through it all, the sun streamed through the window not to be ignored and, again, before I knew it I was outside on my bike headed down to the Lakeshore.
The more I rode the less I wanted to stop. The Lakeshore took me to the grounds of the Canadian National Exhibition which took me to the TFC stadium vibrating with excitement as we won the game. I sat outside absorbing it all and realized that I don't need to go to sports games but sit outside and absorb the energy that busts out of the place? Oh yes.
I left the TFC stadium to join the car-filled, bike-hating streets, window shop along Queen West, wander through Trinity Bellwoods Park and eventually I found myself on the patio of Fresh where I had a great, big, cold glass of apple/carrot/beetroot juice before slowly making my way home taking the long route through High Park.
Amazing what kind of adventures take hold if you just give them the opportunity.







The more I rode the less I wanted to stop. The Lakeshore took me to the grounds of the Canadian National Exhibition which took me to the TFC stadium vibrating with excitement as we won the game. I sat outside absorbing it all and realized that I don't need to go to sports games but sit outside and absorb the energy that busts out of the place? Oh yes.
I left the TFC stadium to join the car-filled, bike-hating streets, window shop along Queen West, wander through Trinity Bellwoods Park and eventually I found myself on the patio of Fresh where I had a great, big, cold glass of apple/carrot/beetroot juice before slowly making my way home taking the long route through High Park.
Amazing what kind of adventures take hold if you just give them the opportunity.







Monday, May 18, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
another photo for my "waiting for james" series
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