The Allen Lambert Galleria. Or, the "Crystal Cathedral of Commerce." It is quite dramatic and very beautiful; meant, I read, to evoke a forest canopy or a tree lined avenue. I think it evokes the hundreds of green glass towers that are constantly redefining our skyline. Reminding me, again, of that lurching Emerald City. Bay Street, Toronto.
After work I walk up to Canadian Tire in search of some camp chairs to have at home to take up to the rooftop patio and across the road to the lake. I found some I liked, and lugged the suckers home with their shoulder-carry bags. Of course these things are never as heavy in the store as they are halfway home. I expect also they'd feel lighter if they were being lugged to a camp site or a beach than they do over sidewalks teeming with city dwellers. I was happy to stop a number of times to take photos. It was the brick photos that called out to be published today.
Friday; out finding a cup of tea in the afternoon; looking through these cool windows in one of the MANY glass towers that are eating up the old buildings in Toronto. I think eventually Toronto may look like the Emerald City did to Dorothy and her pals from that field of poppies. Yeah, land of emeralds and all that.
This elegant Art Deco building is across the street from the somewhat less elegant Art Deco building I work in. I could look at details like this forever. Give me a camera with a long zoom lens and I'd find months of material.
Tonight, after work, I went shopping. I want some new clothes. THAT is another sign of spring, feeling as if I can't live another minute with the current wardrobe. Yes, spring is coming, I'm sure of it now.
I didn't buy anything. Nada. But I dawdled on the way home, thinking, again, that I can feel spring in the air. While dawdling, I took some pictures.
I admire this beautiful building every day, particularly that yellow light in the windows, the arches inside, and the detail in its exterior. I need to get here with my real camera to get some better, closer shots. I will.
Just a window I liked, walking home tonight, Friday night.
Yonge-Dundas Square is not my favourite part of the city. We went there to see a movie today – The Artist. Not as taken with it as most of the critics. Mostly it was fun for all the tribute it paid to old movies. In the cacophony of the square we were shouted at by evangelist dudes on every corner. If you want to get saved by some dude, this is your place.
I just like this sign, I see it most days outside a cafe near my office.