It’s been a while since I shot here… two a half years, actually, which means it looks completely different because today there was no snow and it isn’t -20C! I’m shooting a wedding here next Saturday, and I wanted to check the lighting situation and the ceremony site in the forest. People were setting up for a wedding at the other ceremony site when I arrived, which was perfect because I wanted to see what it looked like with chairs and I could preview the outdoor dining arrangement.
I shot these photos with two Nikkor lenses: 17-55mm f/2.8 and the 85mm f/1.4 (a super sharp prime I’ve used before).
The best way to view all the photos is as a slideshow. The transitions will make you feel like you’re walking through the forest. Or you can click through the pictures in the Pictobrowser below:
My neighbourhood, Roncesvalles Village, has been under construction for more than a year and it’s not even close to being finished yet. It’s one of the oldest neighbourhoods in the city, and probably long overdue for major structural upgrades to drainage, sewers, etc. The lengthy construction schedule has messed up the roads, transit, and closed down many businesses along the avenue. It seems to be dragging on forever! Whenever it reaches completion it will look amazing and will be the envy of other Toronto neighbourhoods, but for now it’s a real eyesore and a filthy mess. The local businesses that have managed to survive are barely hanging in for the home stretch. I shop locally as much as I can to support them, but this renovation will continue into 2011 (!) and I wonder how many shops will shut their doors before then.
This is the traditional dress for my father’s region in the Philippines, taken recently at a Filipino cultural gathering up at SFU near Vancouver. My brothers took loads of photos, too, which I’ll link to later.
I have a 91-year old backseat driver who’s hard of hearing. I laugh about this every day I’ve been driving him.
I drove a lot of people this week and every patient is very grateful. It makes it worthwhile. Imagine going to work every day and everyone you help during the course of your day thanks you profusely?
What is it about trains that make me stop and take photos? Is it the Old World charm? A nod to the power of the Industrial Revolution? The singularity of a journey on one track with no traffic or real intersections? The steadiness, the speed low enough to take in surroundings (excluding the TGV in France and bullet trains in Japan, of course)? All of the above?
Whatever it is, I sure do take a lot of train photos. These three were all shot on film in Wakefield, Quebec, last Saturday.
This is (one of) the last steam-powered train left in Canada and there are only 1-2 scenic rail departures a day, so we were very lucky to be near the tracks at all when it went by, but we were doubly lucky to have cameras at the ready. Thanks, H!
“God Knows What” is the name of this bluegrass band that was playing in the middle of a covered bridge in Wakefield, Quebec, last Saturday, just when we happened to come by. I looked for a website for them, but couldn’t find one. I thought it was a funny name for a band; maybe they’ll Google themselves and find this post.
I was going to name this post “It Just So Happened…” because plenty of funny things happened on Saturday that made me think there are some peculiar forces at work in the universe to make my life more colourful than it already is, but somehow “God Knows What” stuck.
Anyway, we were on this covered bridge shooting film when the band started to set up and announced themselves as performers for “Mo’s Birthday”. Of course we’re thinking, “Who’s Mo?” Then a woman came up to us and invited us to join in the dancing.
“Who’s Mo?” we asked.
“That’s me!”
“Oh! Happy Birthday!”
Isn’t that a great thing to do on your birthday? Dance with your friends to live music (and invite strangers to join in) on a covered bridge over a river. As someone who makes an effort on her birthday to do memorable things such as travel, I think this is a novel idea!



















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