Posts Tagged: billy bishop airport
essence
My home is not a lot of things. Homey, for one. But when I go outside, this is the essence of it, for me. Coming, going, lolling about, landing, escaping, arriving, visiting, leaving, wandering. There is something about this perpetual movement that appeals to me. The vagabond in me.
another rider
Yesterday I see a young guy flying by on a BIXI bike, unbuttoned jacket fluttering behind him like a super hero’s cape in the wind. He’s wearing the uniform of an airline pilot, including the hat, which is tipped jauntily on the back of his head. His long, slim form creates angular shapes on the bike which is not adjusted to his height; and his trousers ride up to expose skinny sock covered ankles and long feet. With the fast, purposeful pedalling, I’m again reminded of Miss Gulch. It crosses my mind that he’s late for a flight, but he’s riding in the opposite direction of the downtown airport.
About 20 minutes later, I see the fella again; strolling back the other way, arm in arm with a gal. He wasn’t, it appears, late for a flight. He was late for a homecoming.
red sky at night is a sailor’s delight
Friday night. I got home laden with bags full of fruit, Italian Wedding soup fixings and wine and realised I hadn't taken a photo today. I go across the street and figure the sky is a good a subject as any. Wouldn't you agree?
summer: beautiful thing number fifty
I've had an unusually social week. If I wasn't having dinner with company, I was out with Carly seeing the final installment of Harry You-Know-Who in 3D or having a thirteenth birthday celebration for my niece Lainey.
Summer's been particularly enticing this year. Each year, I'm drawn out into summer more. I get panicky when I think even a few moments of it will be wasted. My mother experiences the same thing; I checked on her last week during a nasty heat wave and she was cranky and feeling squirrelly, trapped indoors.
Most of the summer has been luscious though. Now that I'm working in the downtown core I escape several times a day for a walk around a different block. There have been a number of blog posts in my head, but didn't get written because I can't stay in.
After this very social week, I must say I'm enjoying having some alone time tonight. But I'm glad you're virtually here, and so I think it's appropriate that I share a little of my summer, and some of those unwritten blog posts with you.
Cousin Mia and sister Cathy. Family, light meal, bubbly, sun, breeze…
A view from my condo's roof, the Empire Sandy pointing at the Toronto Island Airport. Yeah, maybe there is a some soul lacking in condo living, but my building's roof is one of my favourite places to be this summer.
I looked out the window a couple of weeks ago and that moon, as it always does, called me outside. It was a hazy night in the harbour.
The moon, and an incoming plane, later in that same walk. One of the best things about living on Lake Ontario? The lake is south, giving us THAT view of the moon.
Shopping with my niece Lainey in advance of her thirteenth birthday. Her mom bought her that hat. Artsy aunt bought her artsy niece some watercolour pencils.
You know what kind of daughters I have? the kind that when they have an extra ticket to the U2 show, they invite their mom.
U2. Big. Drama. Doing what they do best in an open air summertime show.
Daughters and old friends; dinner and beers on a patio on a warm day.
On the roof again; Pati, Kelsey, Carly, Ryan, cool breeze, vegetables, fruit, wine, knockout view.
Oh, and have I mentioned there is a new little boy in our family? I have a new nephew, Logan James, a tiny (well not so tiny) harbinger of all kinds of beautiful newness to our world. You might not like this when you're a teenager Logan, but right now, you're beautiful thing fifty-one.
Tomorrow I'm off in a rental car to another event which can't be talked about in advance. But when it's over, I really will try to share it with you in writing.
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