Happy birthday Mom! I love you.
Tonight I have a movie date with Carly. It's been too long. It's a great catching up. I walk up to the bookstore next to the theatre to meet her after work and there she is in the window. My breath skips a little, as it often does when I see my girls as grown up women. But, as I later I told Carly, what's different these days since the 365 project started, what occurs to me is PHOTO OP!
We see Hugo, which I had seen, but it's perfect again because we both love stories that serve both children and grown-ups, especially those which are beautiful in photography, metaphor, and yeah – story.
I wasn't as enchanted with this rainy day as I often am because it was windy as hell. I bent my umbrella this morning just trying to hang onto the thing, and I won't even mention what my hair looked like when I got to work. It was still kind of nasty on my way back after work, so I walked underground as far as the CBC Broadcast Centre. When I emerged the dusk was beautifully reflected in the shiny street.
We've hardly had any snow or ice this winter. But that sign almost makes you want to walk the underground malls instead of the sidewalks, no? Almost.
St. George the Martyr Anglican Church (1845), John Street, Toronto.
Only the bell tower remains after a fire in 1955. When I was searching out its details online, I found it in a list of "Toronto's Best Makeout Spots."
This is a Visual Realia post.
St. George the Martyr Anglican Church (1845), John Street, Toronto.
Only the bell tower remains after a fire in 1955. When I was searching out its details online, I found it in a list of "Toronto's Best Makeout Spots."