Close Shot Friday 079

Yesterday, we made our annual trek to Toronto’s Gardiner Museum to see the 12 Trees of Christmas: The Toronto Edition.  The theme this year is Toronto neighbourhoods. What fun!

Because yesterday was Thanksgiving Day in America, and everyone is in a food-induced coma.

Because it’s Black Friday today, and everyone is out trampling the stores looking for a deal, or tearing-up the intertoobs…looking for a deal.

Because it’s Close Shot Friday.

And because this made me laugh.

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Go ahead. Hover and click. I’ll wait.

This is a close shot of the Forest Hill Village neighbourhood tree — The Furry Friends of Forest Hill. Designer: Robert Tanz of Robert Tanz Design. I love the use of the word squirl in this design. Bonus!

The exhibit runs from November 12 – December 14. So. There is still time to hie yourself down to the Gardiner Museum across the street from the ROM.

We went to the New Yorker Deli on Bay Street for lunch afterwards. Just sayin’.

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

Oh, never mind. You’re out doing that Black Friday thing.

I can hear a bowling ball roll through here.


Single Shot Monday: What Can I Say…

Single Shot Monday today is brought to you by the G-Man, aka Mr. G, honey. My partner in crime photography and life.

Back at Market Square in Guelph’s downtown core. You’ll recognize the spot from here.

And why didn’t I get this shot, you ask?

Here’s how it went down.

We were strolling through Market Square in late October, taking in the colour, the rain, the wet glory that is autumn. I walked by Eric the Baker, sniffed, pivoted, and walked right in the door. We had read about this pastry shop in a Guelph tourism magazine. I ordered a cappuccino and a piece of deliciousness times two, and squeezed into the small bar stool counter at the window with my fellow patrons.

Happily munching away, I took in the sights and scents of the bakery. Lunch items were already being prepped, and there was a constant flow of traffic between the register and door. Eric was doing a brisk business. No surprise there. I wanted to eat everything.

Back to the window.

G-Man suddenly jumps up and grabs his camera and is out the door. I tore my eyes from the pastry cases and looked out the window. A crowd was gathering across the street, and I could see a man and woman standing in the water pool outside of City Hall. Huh.

I happily munched and watched and thought about taking a shot of all the people taking a shot of the man and woman standing ankle-deep in water. But I was in the sugar zone. It’s my drug of choice.

Only they weren’t standing.

He was standing.

She was…

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Hover and click.

And he and she turned out to be illusionist Ted Outerbridge and dancer/illusionist Marion Outerbridge of Outerbridge Clockwork Mysteries.

I hope they come to the Toronto area in the near future. Or even a day’s driving distance of the GTA. I’ll be first in line for a performance.

As for Eric the Baker, I guess pastry chef trumped illusionist. You can find Eric on Twitter at Eric the Baker @baker6555.

Sorry I missed the éclair, Eric.

Next time.

And Monday floats in on an illusion.


P.S. Thanks, Mr. G, for a great Single Shot Monday.

Close Shot Friday 077 +

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The lollapalooza that is autumn this year is about to come to an end.

I’m letting my psyche get all pruney in it.

It has to get me through the winter.

Not that winter doesn’t have a beauty all its own.

It does.

But autumn — lollapalooza, baby.

In other news ~

This morning, I watched fat snow flurries swirl through the air and thought about thermal undies, and where I could get them. Stat.

This morning, I washed my hair twice with conditioner before I figured out it wasn’t lathering because it wasn’t shampoo, and I thought about how a Molly Weasley Howler could have been used to prevent that scenario. The font on hotel guest amenities is teeny tiny.

This morning, I made steel cut oats with nuts and berries and flax seed and thought about Eggs Benedict — maybe a poutine version — with a side of maple bacon donut. No judging.

And finally, this morning I thought I’d better hunker down with the wip — work-in-progress — before the heroine does bodily harm to the hero.

Maybe he should bring her a maple bacon donut.

Okay. She just gave me the stink eye.


TGIF, baby.

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


Hump Day Meets The Polar Vortex…

The north wind polar vortex doth blow,

And we shall have…

The internet is wonky today.

I’m blaming it on the polar vortex.

There is not enough walnut in my oatmeal this morning.

Yep. Polar vortex.

I’m having trouble following the plot of The Honourable Woman.

Polar vortex.

The zombie squirrel using my garden as a giant root cellar…

Under the influence of the PV.

Either that, or it must be Hump Day.


Something to take your mind off the polar vortex.

Or Hump Day.

Or whatever.

On the road ramble in late October, we swung through Guelph, Ontario. This is part of Market Square in the downtown core.

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You know I love a good bench. A good bench in the rain, even better.

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Guelph will not disappoint in the autumn. Wet, leaves, reflections on the stairs of the Church of Our Lady Immaculate, which watches over Market Square quietly, somberly, soberly, diligently.

I’m loving the ly words this morning.

These next three images were taken at the University of Guelph, Macdonald Stewart Art Centre, Donald Forster Sculpture Park. That is a mouthful.

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This is part of a 4-piece sculpture depicting the Canadian camping experience.

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Those socks looked warm. Even in bronze. I wanted to try them on for size. Boots, too. #canttakemeanywhere

The detail blows me away.

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Hands down, my favorite piece.

Here’s a link to the sculpture garden. Hover over any number and find out who created the piece and when. Click on a number and an image will pop up. 36 works in all. I swoon.

I’m out freezing my polar vortex off, bagging leaves as fast as I can. B.S.

Before snow.

Here be Hump Day.

Click over it.


Single Shot Monday: Translucence…

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Translucent Autumn

I just can’t get enough of this.

This being autumn.

Autumn color.

My neighbor’s maple tree is releasing its leaves into the wilds of Burbville.

Mostly my backyard.

Okay. His backyard, too.

We’re both living in a thick carpet of maple leaves right now. Only half are down.

We’re waiting.

And waiting.

When you can rake once, why rake twice?


Fitbit did not hear me say that.

Of course, raking twice is always better. Always.

Right, Fitbit?

And Monday blows in on a carpet of leaves.


I’m Stuck At P Is For Pumpkin…

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I can’t get enough of these babies.

‘Tis the season.

I am neck deep in Scrivener II — advanced Scrivener — this week.

This be a blog quickie.

Hover and click.

You know you want to.

Let’s just eat pie for Hump Day.

Pie cures everything.

Pumpkin Pie.

With whipped cream.

I have a thing about whipped cream since visiting the Land of Lincoln.

Don’t ask.