Posts Tagged: queens quay

laying there all broken

This morning I walk out to go to the office, I round the corner of my building, putting on my helmet and the thingy that stops my pant legs from getting caught in the chain.  I turn to unlock my bike and I find it sitting there minus the rear wheel.  Crippled.

I'm shocked and not shocked.  Sad.  Angry.  It feels awful to be robbed.  You feel violated and helpless.  Explosed.  

image from www.flickr.com

I stomp off to work on my other vehicle: my feet.  I'm grouchy today.

I go to the art gallery after work with Ceri and that cheers me up.  Walking home later I'm carrying some thin hope that maybe I was seeing things; it wasn't MY bike I'd seen this morning.  I look at the spot and there it is.  My bike.  Crippled.  

image from www.flickr.com

I'm not so patient when it comes to life's inconveniences.  And I know, in the mind of the thief, it's got nothing to do with me; but in my mind it's all about me and I can't stop thinking about the lurking tire predator, laughing at me; challenging me to fix it.

chatting

image from www.flickr.com

I went for a walk this evening to find a photo.  This is the first one I took.

uh oh

 

image from www.flickr.com 

Lick It Gelato, Queens Quay, Toronto

There is a new gelato joint in the neighbourhood.  This could be trouble.

 

pleasantly tired

image from www.flickr.com

Hydrangeas blooming at York Quay. Magical splashes of blue, purple and pink on a Sunday morning.

image from www.flickr.com

Ship and Ferry. Waiting for Cathy and Stan at York Quay.

image from www.flickr.com

Bike ride out to Humber River. Funny what you find when you stop for a drink of water in Toronto.

image from www.flickr.com

Sugar Beach. Apres bike ride.

image from www.flickr.com

Jazz Fest at the Distillery District. Kept noticing this girl in the second storey window near where we had planted ourselves to listen to music for awhile.

image from www.flickr.com

Found this museum-ish display near the public loo at the Distillery District. How beautiful are those colours?

image from www.flickr.com

Distillery District, Toronto

image from www.flickr.com

Distillery District, Toronto

 

Coffee in bed.  Meeting up with Cathy and Stan for brunch.  Rain not happening.  Bike ride.  Jazz fest.  

Coming home this evening, I see a girl who looks strikingly like I did 35 years ago.  It's like seeing a ghost.

Pleasantly tired is how Ceri describes himself at the end of today.  I concur.  

more late

Worked late again; much later than I expected to today. Proposal is finally submitted.  I walked a bit over in the harbour to get a photo before coming home.  How dedicated to the photo project am I?

I'm knackered.  And not from strolling by the water.

image from www.flickr.com

Fire rescue boat at night. Off Queens Quay near Rees Street.

image from www.flickr.com

Water reflecting light. I never get tired of looking at it. Queens Quay near Spadina, Toronto.

image from www.flickr.com

The fire rescue boat from across the water. Those little white lines above the boat are a plane coming into the airport.  More light playing on water. Off Queens Quay, Toronto

it was a fierce competition…

 

image from www.flickr.com
image from www.flickr.com
image from www.flickr.com

 

… between the looming thunderstorm, the pink clouds and the cerulean sky. 

Can't call a winner, but it was sure nice being out there.  Summer, I'm so glad you're here.

masts

I forgot to charge my phone (and workday camera) and it died at lunchtime today, and so again I was out after supper to find my daily photo.  Thursday night, lots to do at home, so I don't want to go far; but I've been down in the harbour and associated gardens plenty.  I'm walking around waiting for something to ask to be photographed, and something does.  Masts.

Lines.  Shapes.  Sky.  All gave me pleasure today.

image from www.flickr.com
image from www.flickr.com
image from www.flickr.com
image from www.flickr.com

image from www.flickr.com

Caught a plane taking off from the island airport. One of the things I love about being down here is the happy mesh of transportation sources – planes, ships, ferries, streetcars, canoes, taxis, sailboats, bicycles, skateboards, feet… Despite all that it's a peaceful feeling.  Maybe it appeals to my inherent restlessness.

lightposts and lilacs

 

image from www.flickr.com

That little fella was posing – or his attention was on the big, raucus bird party going on in those trees.

 

image from www.flickr.com

You can't imagine what it smelled like to walk by this wall of late blooming lilacs. No you can't.

 

image from www.flickr.com

Beautiful, gothic looking lampost in the Toronto Music Garden.

 

This morning before work I make my breakfast and enjoy it, and then my lunch because I didn't make it last night.  Before I put my makeup on and get dressed I finish loading the dishwasher and run it and clean those last few un-dishwasherable things in the sink and sip my coffee with pleasure. 

I go to the gym over a late lunch, even though we had a meeting at noon and technically that was lunch.

I shop a little on the way home.  It's hot, and I'm glad to get in.  I try a new recipe for cauliflower fritters and decide I might try them again but with certain changes, like ditching the garlic and adding some onion and something bitey like mustard and/or chili powder. While the things are cooking I sort the laundry and throw a load in.

I don't have today's picture yet so after I've cooked and eaten, I go for a walk over to the Toronto Music Garden.  It's much changed from the two weeks since I've been there last – plants are spilling everywhere and there's a rowdy bird party going on in the trees.  I shoot a bunch of shots, and decide I should walk back home and then wonder, why?  Why leave a garden in a hurry?

When I do get home I go down to the parking garage where my bike is sitting in many layers of dust and dirt.  I give it a good washing down and pump up the tires and I'm tempted to take it for a spin but I'm thinking of the shape of my kitchen after the new recipe tryout and the laundry that needs to be transitioned from washer to hanger-up thingy or dryer.

I deal with the laundry and I clean up the kitchen and take a shower and sit down to sort out the photos.  I'm glad I didn't take too many. 

Suddenly it's bedtime and again I didn't get around to visiting blogs or responding to comments on mine and I STILL didn't shorten those pants, and my place STILL looks a mess.  But one couldn't fault me for not stopping to smell the roses.  And tomorrow's another day.

friday part two

 

 

image from www.flickr.com

Looking into the Harbour from the Toronto Music Garden. Near Queens Quay and Spadina.

 

image from www.flickr.com

Maypole sculpture. Toronto Music Garden, near Queens Quay and Spadina.

 

image from www.flickr.com

Super Moon rising over Lake Ontario. Toronto's Harbourfront.

The problem with posting early in the day is that you might find some great images later!  After dinner Ceri and I take a walk, first in the Toronto Music Garden, and then over to the Harbourfront Centre.  I don't need to tell you it was a beautiful evening.

 

earth day colour…

…in the Toronto Music Garden, off Queens Quay, between Spadina and Bathurst.

Happy Earth Day.  I hope you found colour in your world too.

image from www.flickr.com
image from www.flickr.com

 

image from www.flickr.comimage from www.flickr.com
image from www.flickr.com
image from www.flickr.com