Posts Tagged: toronto

september I love you

Every September I say it. It’s the most beautiful month of the year where I live. Summer is still here and yet the evenings are beginning to cool. Soft breezes visit often. Wild flowers fall about lazy and flourishing in their rich colours. Spectacular cloud formations make the skies endlessly entertaining. And the light – the light of September is its greatest gift: soft, translucent, dreamy, gentle.

Lakeside brunch. Gorgeous September long weekend. #lifeisgood

September, I am in love with you. #lifeisgood #toronto #keatingchannel
If I could pick one month to keep around all the time, September, you would win.

it just never gets old

More pretty sky #ilovesummer  #findingbeauty  #sky

little floating world

I love where I live. I love the noise and energy of the knockabout downtown. The diversity of all us that live here. And the tourists. The history welling within the bricks of this old neighbourhood. The endless supply of new things to do, different foods to try and culture to explore. That I don’t need to own a car. And that I can walk to work! Many unique neighbourhoods to discover. Grand building and humble alleys. A killer view of a really great skyline.

And a short walk to a small, floating, quieter world where just sitting down to watch if for a little while will soothe the mind and breath from all that bustle when it needs to.

Tiny tug #torontoharbour #dayoff #ilovesummer

it’s cloud illusions i recall…

… I really don’t  know clouds at all

It's cloud illusions I recall, I don't know clouds at all.

spring is purple

“But, luckily, he kept his wits and his Purple crayon.” — Harold and the Purple Crayon, 1955

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linger under the spring sky

The spring sky beckons to the heart starved by a winter that overstayed its welcome. “You don’t need to escape the cold any more. Come on, linger a little longer…”

❤️ spring

2015

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"For last year's words belong to last year's language

And next year's words await another voice." ~T.S. Eliot

 

a forgotten nursery rhyme is unforgotten on a tuesday morning

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One misty, moisty, morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man
All clothed in leather

All clothed in leather,
With a cap under his chin.
How do you do?
And how do you do?
And how do you do again?

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autumn bounty

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crescent moon indigo sky

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