BCE Place
I hadn’t been taking many shots with the Pentax in May, but when Rachael rolled into town on the 25th, knowing she’d bring the Contax and trashcams to her old stomping grounds was more than enough inspiration for me to rouse the Pentax from its hibernation. (If Rachael can lug her equipment across the country, I can schlepp the Pentax down the street, no?) My trusty 50mm lens had its aperture half-open like a sleepy eye.
time-out corner
I had an interview the morning of the 26th, but once that was over the early rainclouds parted and we ambled down eclectic Queen Street West, home of many photographic opportunities and the tastebud-tempting Red Tea Box.
I’ll let Rachael’s entry take over from here.
Both of us have yet to post our photos of the Hive Dress at A Space Gallery. It’s one of those must-be-seen-up-close installations because it’s large enough to get inside. Rachael did just that while I snapped away on the outside. [Update: Rachael uploaded a picture here.]
I still feel very much like a tourist in Toronto even though I live here now. When I had lunch with Krisanne after returning from Europe in April, I remember having a distinct “Where am I?” moment. It took me a bite and a swallow of my Chinese food to get my whereabouts straight and adjust to my sense of “home” rather than “away”. Maybe she gets that, too, being more “away” than “home” due to the travel requirements of her job.
parking the ride along Queen Street
[This tangent is brought to you by my cup of Tetley tea, which apparently doesn't have enough caffeine in it to keep me wandering away from a neatly-wrapped closing sentence.]
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I am spending a full week at home for the first time since early February and it’s odd to really feel “home” rather than just feeling like someone who stops in here for a few days to make sure the house is okay. And I’ve been living in this house almost four years and in Seattle for a lot longer.
I imagine if/when you plant your feet in Toronto for more than a few days/weeks at a time that sense of belonging will hit you. Just since you’ve been there you’ve already moved residences, made multiple trips back to the States, had a big adventure in Europe… of course it doesn’t quite connect as home yet!
It must an odd feeling, indeed — home is more like a pit stop for you!
Not being a homeowner (anymore), any feeling of permanency for me seems tenuous at best. The connection will come, slowly but surely.