Turned off.

Yes it is just a tap. But take a closer look. Does the style of the tap not give a sense of a former time? What do you think of the colours and patterns that time has created on the tap? And see how the colours blend nicely with the background of fallen leaves left on the ground. There are oranges, pinks, browns, reds, and greens. Just an example of everyday things that stop me, and make me take a longer look. It's becoming a thing I just can't turn off.

I stand out.

Lately my 'obsession' for texture has grown to a point that it takes me forever to walk a city block. Every post, pole, fence, paper or metal object causes me to stop and look at it from a different perspective. What seems like a disregarded or forgotten object can actually become a thing of interest, and perhaps beauty. This tattered poster almost escaped my eye as it was above my head. I took a few shots and of course noticed people looking at me wondering what I was taking photos of. In turn, I wonder where they are rushing off too. Don't they know the whole city is an Art Gallery, and they should slow down and take a look?

Looking Down..

You may find it difficult, but this shot is a mixture of real trees and reflections. I decided to walk to Greek town today which takes you over the Bloor Street Viaduct. This shot was taken half way across the viaduct and looking down into the Don River. I figured I have shown mostly urban photos, so it was time to show a nature one. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do...

Call Me Vintage

Remember these? I don't remember the last time I actually used one. I figured I had better take a photo of one before they completely become extinct. Of course the colour of this phone, mixed with the graffiti, and the angle of the receiver caught me eye.

A Glass of Red

I'm usually a white wine drinker, but occasionally I don't mind a nice deep velvety red wine. Especially in the cold months, and with a nice beef stew, or coq au vin. (Which happens to be my new favorite dish)

This 'aged' or perhaps 'vintage' mural is from the side of the LCBO in Cabbagetown. Not sure if it is still there or not. I produced and framed a copy of this, and I have to say it adds a nice flavour to my wall. ;)

Cheers!

Why me?

I usually live out my day to day life with the motto everything happens for a reason. That said, I am not immune to the throwing my hands up in the air and yelling "Why me?". January seems to be the month for me that proves the most questioning, and this one is no exception.

I don't know much about this guy throwing his hands up in desperation, but I do know he is part of a small group of figures in a small park I believe called Ireland Park, and they are there in remembrance of the Great Irish Famine in the 1840's. (Which is part of the reason why I am here...)I will post the others in time.

Coffee and a Muffin

I've been sitting at the computer for two days trying to work on my New Years goal. Sorting pictures, trying to group them together, work on a resume, biography, all things I've been meaning to do, but have fallen behind on. Seemed like a good weekend to work on it since it is so cold out. I ran across this picture, and immediately decided it was time for a coffee and snack. A simple picture, and yet it created a response. Funny how that works.

It was taken this past fall from a popular little shop in Cabbagetown...