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Live music in Yonge-Dundas Square, where I ended up after dinner.
Of course, I got the title from the 60′s hit song by the Lovin’ Spoonful, and here’s a cover by Joe Cocker:
This is amazingly creative: a woman on maternity leave takes photos of her baby sleeping, imagining her daydreams. She uses a simple point-and-shoot camera, creating the scene in a few minutes and working quickly before her baby wakes up.
http://milasdaydreams.blogspot.com/
Mila’s mama worked in advertising and her father is a composer (his music is the soundtrack). I’ll bet Mila has some pretty imaginative daydreams!
I like the heritage bit at the end (which has no meaning if you’ve not watched Canadian TV). Lyrics behind the jump:
Light Painting under the Stars by red-gecko-productions
Haven’t uploaded any of the cottage photos from my DSLR yet (everything thus far have been emailed from my mobile phone), but here’s a preview from Jan’s camera of what we were doing late at night: light painting!
Check out more of Jan’s light painting photos here.
Jan’s timelapse:
The intersection at Keele and St. Clair was full of flag-waving Argentinians, so I should’ve guessed St. Clair West would be jammed because Argentina won their game Sunday, but I was dumb enough to land right in it. I’m happy for them, but my just-purchased containers of ice cream were melting in the traffic jam.
Like everyone else in this city, I’m embracing practically anything non-G20-related (Sunday was dismal, too).
www.barbados.org/oistins-fish-fry.htm
According to the menu I ordered dolphin, but everyone assures me that I’m not eating Flipper, they just call it dolphin. “Dolphin in Barbados is an ugly but delicious fish, not a porpoise.” Some call it mahi-mahi (isn’t that a tuna?) or dorado, but until I look it up, I don’t know exactly what it is or what it looks like (before it becomes food). I also tried some marlin, which is a very meaty fish, to the point where it looks and tastes more like a beef steak than fish.
It’s some crazy hour and all I want to do is shower, inspect my mosquito net for invaders — and destroy them! — and crawl in to sleep. I had a great day learning all about the history of Barbados in Bridgetown (I read EVERYTHING at the Museum of Parliament and I had a guide all to myself across the courtyard at parliament, so I drilled him), then caught a bus to Bathsheba on the east coast and spent the rest of the day there with the surfers at Soup Bowl. I tried to go to Bathsheba yesterday, but that’s a story for another day… every day has many stories!
Yesterday and today ended by sitting on some video editing classes taught by my host, who’s a filmmaker and teacher of film studies, and after class we would go out for fish and beer around Bridgetown. When people ask me what I’m doing while in Barbados, I never know how to answer because I do a little bit of everything: I try new food every day, speak to locals every day, catch the sunset in different places around the island, take advantage of cheap bus fares (B$1.50 to anywhere!) and explore random places, nose around the grocery stores, walk, walk, walk, and learn, learn, learn.
My trusty little El Cheapo Canon A520 is still alive after taking a beating in Barbados — downpours, sand, salty sea air — and here’s what came straight out of it today, without post-processing:
Will upload the photos later, but for now some video clips of the matches and the cultural entertainment before the final match between the German team “Blade Pirates” and the Bajan team “Flying Fish” — which Barbados won!
This limbo video is pretty dark, but you can just make out that the bar is only about a foot off the ground, and it’s covered in flames!
I visited Morocco towards the end of 2007, only about two and a half years ago, but it seems like such a long time ago. I’m clearly on an extended travel flashback mode, because even as I go about my day-to-day working life — a contrast of equal parts corporate activity and photography business — my nose is buried in a book of travel stories on the subway and I keep thinking about all the thousands of travel photos buried in my offline archives, waiting to go online.
Even as I fundraise for cancer research, I think about all the countries I haven’t been to yet and calculate how many years it would take to reach even just 100 of them, once.
I think about the prospective wedding meeting I have after work tomorrow, and client emails that need to be written and sent, and jumbled in these thoughts are memories of the friendly guy from Washington, DC who offered me his water on Montjuïc that hot day in Barcelona, the time when I pulled out Kermit from my bag in Morocco to calm a crying toddler at an outdoor restaurant in Fez, the day I had to get off the train in Sydney‘s western suburbs because I had to use the bathroom so badly. My Dutch friend thought this was hilarious, and wrote this in my travel book.
Time is passing and there’s no way to make it stop, only slow it down (in a way) by travelling. I’m not talking business travel, where your entire day is structured and you’re on company time and money. I’m talking about leisure travel. The kind of travel where you wake up in the morning and decide what you want to do and where you want to go without ever looking at a watch. I’m talking about freedom to explore and meet local people, who often invite you to stop and chat and/or partake in some food. When I’m not visiting friends that’s the kind of travel I aim for, every single time.
Marrakech
Marrakech
Rabat
Rabat
Fez
Fez
A couple of videos of what it’s like to navigate the incredible medina in Fez:
The Morocco photo set is here (but view it as a slideshow if you can, it looks better). Out of all my online travel albums, this is one of the sets that is mostly offline than online. Time to change that!
Two video clips from the Muhtadi International Drumming Festival in Queens Park that took place this weekend, but I caught just a bit of it today. How’s this for random: while at the drumming festival, I bumped into a guy I met in Stratford (Ontario) exactly two weeks ago. He was sitting at a picnic table by the Avon river and I offered him some of our food. I realised this evening that two conversations later, I still don’t know his name!
http://www.muhtadidrumfest.com/
Meanwhile, these little boys had completely fallen asleep, even with beating drums!
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