Writings, Reviews, Cultural Criticism
This is the 3rd themed set of photos from Scotland, this time, of Edinburgh. Although Glasgow and Edinburgh aren’t far away from each other (from a Toronto perspective, it’s like driving on the 401 from Mississauga to Pickering), they nevertheless have quite distinctive personalities.
I suspect (but can’t be certain) that religion lurks in the background of the Scottish Referendum. Unlike Canada, Scotland has a state church which is called (surprise, surprise) the Church of Scotland.
As we approach the September 18th referendum in Scotland, I will be posting images from my 2nd favourite place in the world (my first is my home — Toronto). I don’t feel it’s my place to express an opinion one way or another.
Remember these things. They’re called payphones. In the olden days, people would put coins in them and use them to make telephone calls. Now, they are display cases for graffiti and old coffee cups.
Earlier in the summer, I visited Elizabeth’s Art Gallery in Goderich with a view to printing some of my photos on canvas and arranging them on a large stretch of wall.
Last weekend, I went to Lion’s Head on the Bruce peninsula which extends out between Lake Huron and Georgian Bay. It’s part of the Niagara escarpment so there are spectacular limestone cliffs along the water’s edge and, of course, the Bruce Trail, winding its way along the summit and, sometimes, down to the water.
When it comes to weddings, I’m kind of pervy. Maybe pervy is too strong a word. I’m a wedding voyeur. When I see a wedding party during that in-between time after the ceremony and before the dinner, it piques my curiosity.
I shot this somewhere on Wellesley Street. Liked the textured rust of the sign set against the blurred (& therefore untextured) background of the apartment buildings.
So I’m standing above the site of the old quarry behind the Toronto Brickworks, tripod set up with my 70-200 mm, shooting across the ponds and paths below, captivated by the Z cut into the far hill, when I hear a voice behind me: “What are you taking a picture of?”
Mostly, people go to Buskerfest to watch the buskers, but the people watching the buskers can be just as fun to watch.
This weekend, Toronto hosted Buskerfest. Yonge Street between College and Queen was closed to traffic and became a big stage for street performers and food vendors.
In Toronto, the Rosedale neighbourhood is noted for its many well-appointed homes. I recently toured one such home which is easily accessed from the Park Drive Reservation Trail. There is a broad, well-lit entrance that makes a bold statement when guests arrive.
This is an obscure visual joke. It’s a photo of the monument to Charles Tennant that stands in the necropolis behind Glasgow Cathedral.
This is my first and, so far, only experiment with lightning. I feel like Benjamin Franklin.
Open Streets TO made its first appearance in Toronto on Sunday (Aug. 17, 2014) and will come back again on Aug 31st. Bloor St. from Parliament to Spadina, and Yonge St. from Bloor to Queen are closed to vehicles so that people can enjoy the streets in a safe & healthy environment.