Single Shot Monday: AGO…

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A nod to my love of signage.

Last week, I was down at the Art Gallery of Ontario — AGO — to see the Francis Bacon/Henry Moore exhibit: Terror and Beauty. And, yes, it was both terrifying and beautiful.

The AGO underwent a transformation — Transformation AGO — which was completed in 2008. I don’t know about you, Torontonians, but I particularly love that curvy north elevation. Thank you, Frank Gehry.

This bit of signage is popping.


Go on. Go see for yourself.

And Monday drifts in on blue skies and summer clouds.


Single Shot Monday: Sunday in the District…

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I’m not sure whether to call this a lane or an alley. We stopped by the Distillery District after church Sunday before last. I wanted to check out Sunday in the District.

I wanted a sandwich.

I wanted a sandwich from the Brick Street Bakery.

And a cookie.

Yeah. A chocolate chip cookie in the Toll House® tradition. Only bigger.

We got monster sandwiches on organic bread, cookies, and a bottle of S. Pellegrino, and took our picnic booty out in the cobbled square. There’s nothing like sharing your table and summer view with a sparrow in the District on a Sunday.

We did some walking about in the lanes that call the Distillery District their home before zipping back to Burbville.

Vroom, vroom.

And Monday skitters in cool and perfect for scrubbing floors.


Close Shot Friday 058

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One evening this week, we were down at the Toronto Distillery Historic District to see Twelve Angry Men (a Soulpepper production) at the Young Centre for the Performing Arts. If you haven’t seen it and you’re in the GTA, go. Go now. You still have time.

We decided to share the evening with a friend. Dinner and live theatre on a summer evening. What’s not to love? To a man/woman, we all ordered steak-frites for dinner. There might have been some Ontario asparagus. But, you know, steak-frites. I think it goes nicely with Twelve Angry Men.



Moving right along.

At the end of the evening, sated on beef and live theatre, I got this shot.

This is one of my fave buildings in one of my fave Toronto spots.

I’m claiming it for Close Shot Friday, even though it’s a night shot.

I don’t do night shots. Lack of confidence and all that.

Nevertheless, I loved how the colour of the doors and the lighting on the building shaped the shot.

A good Friday to you all, and a Happy 4th of July to my American cousins.


P.S. This post has been brought to you by Canadian spelling, which is brought to you by the Brits.

O Canada, the 147th…

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Happy 147th Birthday, Canada! The true North strong and free!

We’re celebrating Canada Day — historically known as Dominion Day — the anniversary of Confederation here in Canada. July 1, 1867, the provinces now known as Nova Scotia, Quebec, New Brunswick and Ontario came together creating the country of Canada. Over time, other provinces and territories joined Canada. 1870: Manitoba and the Northwest Territories 1871: British Columbia 1873: Prince Edward Island 1898: Yukon Territory 1905: Alberta and Saskatchewan 1949: Newfoundland 1999: Nunavut.

Wishing all my Canadian family and friends a wonderful day.

And special Canada Day greetings go out to our Canadian troops serving around the world who cannot be with their loved ones on this day. You are in our thoughts and prayers.

Oh, and kindly stop booming on us, Mama Weather, so we can get on with it. Thank you.


Close Shot Friday 057

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Meanwhile, back at Edwards Gardens.


Click. It. Bigger.

I was walking a different section of the EG — the Teaching Garden — when I came upon this massive trellis structure. I don’t know what blooms upon it. It wasn’t blooming yet. But I really liked the way concrete and nature embraced in this close shot.

And that wraps up Close Shot Friday.

In other news ~

The thunder rumbled; the skies grew dark. The heavens opened; the rain poured forth.

And everything on the container farm grew a foot.

Lunch on the water yesterday with a best girlfriend, followed by a walk on the boardwalk amidst a gaggle of school children celebrating the day-before-the-last-day-of-school, put some color on our cheeks and provided a good dose of Vit D. The grilled portobello mushroom and roasted red pepper sandwich might have made me weep. Mebbe.

I’m in the grip of the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.

Yes, I am.

Please don’t rescue me.

TGIF. You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…


BIP — I want an avatar on my next driver’s licence…

It arrived. The dreaded Driver’s Licence Renewal Application/Demande de renouvellement du permis de conduire. I’m devising my strategy as we read. It might involve a hoodie and sunglasses and face paint.

I’m already beginning to sweat.


From Best in Post ~

Legs 2I don’t know about you, but I hate getting the photo taken for my driver’s licence renewal.

When the dreaded envelope arrived in the mail this year I thought… Already? Didn’t I just have a pug-ugly pic taken for the MOT? — that would be Ministry of Transportation for you non-Canucks.

I desperately scanned the form looking for an avatar option. There wasn’t one. A box for an optional retinal scan? Fingerprint? No. And no.

So I developed a plan. A little foolproof plan.

~get hair done
~zip over to the drive test centre, obeying all the road rules of the land — zip
~have a glamour shot reasonable facsimile of my pug taken
~pay up, and get out fast
~no freaking out involved

Scream HairIt went like this:

1. I had my hair tweaked  for 1 1/2 hours before going to the Driver & Vehicle Licence Issuing Office/Bureau de l’immatriculation et des permis de conduire — really, that’s what is says on the form — so it wouldn’t look like something out of a Tim Burton movie, which is what my current pug shot looks like.

2. Instead of going on my birthday, I went early so I wouldn’t have a freak-out on my birthday if something went wrong. Also, so I could feel smug about being ahead of deadline, which spoke to the writer in me like a clarion call.

3. When the clerk asked me to step back behind the magic line for the photo — look at the yellow dot — I felt all hair-tweaked and confident. I stepped back to the counter. This was going to be a quality driver’s licence photo.

4. Then the clerk asked me to step back behind the line. Again. Uh, oh. I could feel a little sweat collect at my newly-tweaked hairline.

5. The clerk had me remove my specs — because they were causing  g l a r e  — and now… now I will spend the next five years looking like something out of a Tim Burton movie AND I can be freaking out pre-birthday, the day of, and on into 2014.

6. My licence pug doesn’t look like my passport pug, which doesn’t look like my health card pug, which doesn’t look like my gym…

Dear MOT,
Could we please have an avatar option, retinal or fingerprint scan option by 2014? I’ve got my avatar all picked out.



And that’s a wrap for Thursday, because I might be on the road.

I might be flipping the frontscape with the back garden.

I might be bench-pressing the dining room table.


Don’t inhale two squares of 85% dark chocolate at 11:30 p.m., especially if you lead a decaffeine life.

You will still be up at 3 a.m. thinking about making the garage door the living room window.

Just sayin’.


BIP is a new category here on the blog. I’ll be doing Best in Post from time to time. This post is from 2009.