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Out Walking: Cherry Beach, Keating Channel, Distillery

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I'm curious about all these old, beach-worn bricks at Cherry Beach. But they're beautiful, no?

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Cherry Beach, Toronto.

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Dogs cavorting while their humans watch. Cherry Beach, Toronto.

 

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Cherry Beach, Toronto

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Beautiful stones. Cherry Beach, Toronto

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I found a heart stone! Cherry Beach, Toronto

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Railroad tracks. Cherry Street, Toronto

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Keating Channel, off Cherry Street, Toronto

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Window and reflection, Distillery District, Toronto

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Beautiful cobbles and shadows, Distillery District, Toronto

Today I had to work again.  I woke up and got some of that out of the way because it was going to be 18° and sunny.  Again.  IN MARCH.  Later we went out for brunch down at the lake, then took a walk out to Cherry Beach.  On the way back we stopped and had a beer on a deck overlooking the Keating Channel.  Then we walked back via the Distillery District, where I took more pictures of windows and brick.  We got back to Ceri's and I worked some more then we had leftover Thai takeout for supper. 

Despite the working on a Sunday part, it was a really good day.

 

standing on a beach in 1942

Tonight we were standing on Cherry Beach, talking about that movie from the 70's, Summer of '42. The thing I love best about this beach is that it still looks like it could be 1942. 

The day was changeable – there was warm sun and blue skies, then clouds would move in quick and let fly a little rain, and then the gusty breeze would chase those clouds away again.

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It's August and the atmosphere has changed in general, as if by turn of the calendar's page.  They're suble at first, this particular month's changes; maybe imperceptible if you're going about your life with your mind on other things. 

My mind is always on August.  I think August is more beautiful with each passing of it through my life.  (Or with each passing of me through it.) 

Maybe I just dread winter more and more each year, and August represents the tipping of the scales in winter's direction.  As a friend and I discussed this morning, August is that month that invites you outside, and if you don't get out enough you start to get panicky about that; that summer will up and disappear on you even quicker than you'd imagined. 

And August, softer, slower, more generous than the other summer months, rewards you for going out.  Foods with deep colours and more luscious than ever - corn, cantaloupe, beans, peppers, tomatoes – are piled the farmer's market.  Other rich colours begin to line the ditches and fields.  Night time is cooler and time stands quieter while vacations and road trips are carried out before the preparations for back to school and back to full time responsibilities in, dare I say, autumn. 

August seduces me, leading me outside often.  And for that I love her – maybe more than all the other months.   

It was August at the end of Summer of '42.  Subtle changes in the air – bigger changes in that boy.  Are there changes in me this season?  I don't know – get back to me in September, my mind is on the gorgeousness of the waning summer. (Beautiful thing number 54)

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